[Oh well, if Nobunaga's going to get rewarded for it...]
[He kisses their lips, and gently slides his fingers along the inside of Klaus' thighs.]
I love you. I love your deceptive strength. I love every inane story about your past and present. I love your secret brilliance. I love you, and the way you always act so freely, you're so brave and bold, so many things I wish I could be. I love the way you move, like you're forever dancing to music in your heart, and I want to conquer it so I can hear it too. I love you for being ridiculous, and doing things even when you hate them, because it makes me feel like maybe I can be capable of more too. [Chu!]
[He begins covering Klaus on kisses, focusing on the bruises, very gently as if he can heal them, but then all over, claiming and conquering territory, leaving small marks in places that won't be instantly visible, but Klaus will always be stuck knowing about.]
I love how you get into trouble and act like you're trying to avoid it. I love you, because everyone who meets you is charmed enough to follow you like a cult, and just like the trouble: you haven't the faintest idea what you did. [All the kisses!] I love that for you... I'll try anything, no matter how my mind first reacts. No matter how I think. The stupid J-Idol moves, and I'm so proud of you for being that strong and fearless, even you see the best in everyone else in a way I can only envy. If my dream is to free everyone here, then loving you is every bit a part of it.
I love you, because whether I'm a demon, possessed, mass murderer, and all the rest, you seem utterly determined to charm me like everyone else, so for you, being a pet lion king doesn't seem so bad. [Bites Klaus' neck, NOM!] I love that I cannot predict you, and I feel no need to. [Deep breath!!]
[He should maybe shut up soon.]
I'm sorry I couldn't punish you properly. Please accept the humble gift of this blackened demon-gnawed heart instead. You can leave it on a shelf as a trophy if you wish. Just know, I do love you. And I've never told anyone that before. Maybe I never will again, but if I do, it'll only be because you make it so easy to.
[He's not jealous of Dave, more grateful. And although he loved Kitsuno to pieces, he couldn't ever tell her, because she was dying, and it seemed like a severe burden just for his own torment. And don't get him started on siblings.]
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[He kisses their lips, and gently slides his fingers along the inside of Klaus' thighs.]
I love you. I love your deceptive strength. I love every inane story about your past and present. I love your secret brilliance. I love you, and the way you always act so freely, you're so brave and bold, so many things I wish I could be. I love the way you move, like you're forever dancing to music in your heart, and I want to conquer it so I can hear it too. I love you for being ridiculous, and doing things even when you hate them, because it makes me feel like maybe I can be capable of more too. [Chu!]
[He begins covering Klaus on kisses, focusing on the bruises, very gently as if he can heal them, but then all over, claiming and conquering territory, leaving small marks in places that won't be instantly visible, but Klaus will always be stuck knowing about.]
I love how you get into trouble and act like you're trying to avoid it. I love you, because everyone who meets you is charmed enough to follow you like a cult, and just like the trouble: you haven't the faintest idea what you did. [All the kisses!] I love that for you... I'll try anything, no matter how my mind first reacts. No matter how I think. The stupid J-Idol moves, and I'm so proud of you for being that strong and fearless, even you see the best in everyone else in a way I can only envy. If my dream is to free everyone here, then loving you is every bit a part of it.
I love you, because whether I'm a demon, possessed, mass murderer, and all the rest, you seem utterly determined to charm me like everyone else, so for you, being a pet lion king doesn't seem so bad. [Bites Klaus' neck, NOM!] I love that I cannot predict you, and I feel no need to. [Deep breath!!]
[He should maybe shut up soon.]
I'm sorry I couldn't punish you properly. Please accept the humble gift of this blackened demon-gnawed heart instead. You can leave it on a shelf as a trophy if you wish. Just know, I do love you. And I've never told anyone that before. Maybe I never will again, but if I do, it'll only be because you make it so easy to.
[He's not jealous of Dave, more grateful. And although he loved Kitsuno to pieces, he couldn't ever tell her, because she was dying, and it seemed like a severe burden just for his own torment. And don't get him started on siblings.]