[Nobunaga would frame it with pride and tell Klaus' siblings they should be glad there's no newspapers here, right?]

I love your mind the most, your body, that's a given. [Like obviously, since Nobunaga loses his own mind wanting to fuck his slim lover every chance he gets, covering them in bites and kisses, hoisting them up and groaning into Klaus' neck with pleasure as he slowly presses inside of them, hissing through his teeth as he pulls back sharply, angling more roughly, frantic and desperate like every second is their last chance as always.] Fuck you're so gorgeous. Love your adventurous spirit. Your voice. Your taste. Your smell. Every moment I spend with you I treasure.