Shit... [Hisses between his teeth, straining slightly again, and slides his hand holding the whip up the front of Klaus' thighs.] How? How do you want this? [Rocks into his legs, pelvic bone pressed to Klaus' ass.] Don't just say that you do. Tell me how.

I want you so much I can't think. Again. [A small laugh and Nobunaga groans again, resting his head on Klaus' shoulder with a small whine, though the hand that holds the whip folded up, takes Klaus' member in the hand, carefully pressing the base of the whip against them in between his fingers.]

To think such a thing could happen to even me... [Covers Klaus' neck and shoulders and kisses!]