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RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-07-2023
[say]"You're not a monster,"[/say] Ronin murmurs into the fraction of space between them, one hand trailing down the wendigo's chest, the other very gently grasping his jaw so he might lean up off the bed for a kiss. [say]"However you want,"[/say] he mumbles against the other man's lips, before silencing himself for a few moments in a kiss as soft as it is passionate.
Breathless as he draws back, its with a mixture of impatience and reluctance that he parts from Remi enough to shift onto his side, hissing in a stuttering breath to feel the press of the other man's erection suddenly against him. [say]"I was hoping this would happen,"[/say] he says hastily, as if to clarify for the wendigo. [say]"So I'm ready, whenever you are."[/say] Ready in all the ways that matter, and definitely in all the ways that involve wanting Remi right the fuck now.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-07-2023
Finding it nearly impossible to keep his balance with Ronin's lips against his, it's with shaky limbs and an ebbing control over his senses that the wendigo nearly pitches forward as if he might simply disappear into the hunter's kiss.
Without any of the mental faculties available to parse out quite what Ronin might mean—or what reassurance it was meant to provide—Remi is left trying to wrangle his boyish hormones from treating this like a video game and just spamming certain buttons in order to hit his target the fastest.
Reaching for the lube and liberally applying it to himself as Ronin had instructed, Remi's fingers trickle hesitantly to the hunter's hip and then in between their bodies until he felt himself pressing against the bit of skin he knew would give way with a bit of pressure. [say]"Slow."[/say] Remi panted, more to himself than to Ronin. Feeling resistance and teasing himself forward, the wendigo gripped against the hunter's hip as if he might redirect the pressure he wanted to exert through his fingers instead.
[say]"Fuck,"[/say] He huffed inelegantly, seeing stars sparkle over Ronin's shoulder as he pressed his lips against the other man's skin.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-07-2023
Slow is exactly right, and Ronin forces himself not to hold his breath instinctively, because for all of his sassing, Remi knows what he's talking about when it comes to sex and tension. Even so, as the other man first enters him, he can't prevent the cut-off moan of pleasure that pushes through his lips, stifled by the pillow he turns his face against.
One hand skitters down to cover Remi's against his hip, as if he might somehow translate like that or wait or any other number of comments purely by the pressure of his fingers. That isn't the case, of course, and so as he lets his head tip back against the wendigo's, he manages to mutter, [say]"More,"[/say] while carefully rocking his hips back as if to encourage the other man further.
[say]"Gods, you feel good,"[/say] he adds, and for all his talk of slow and gentle, it's a difficult tightwalk for Ronin to be on.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-07-2023
It wasn't as though the Italian had never experienced anal before, but that this was with another man—Ronin, specifically—had his breath coming in short and hard bursts against the hunter's shoulder as he desperately tried to take his own advice and stay relaxed. Every instinct in him demanded that he clutch onto whatever bit of his friend there was available and fuck them both into a mental white-out, but gods he knew he could do so much better. Wanted to do so much better, but..
Stretching out one arm and forcing it beneath the hunter's neck, their comfort be damned, Remi reaches for Ronin's opposing shoulder. His arms aren't long enough for this of course, but the sheer attempt to contain the other man has his hips suddenly feeling like jelly. Happy to take whatever advice Ronin pulses through his fingertips, the wendigo curls himself so that his other hand can grasp the hunter's cock once more. It's an awkward angle and not sustainable, but given the barely contained chaos the pair are striving to control, Remi doesn't think it matters.
[say]'I'm so glad it's you-"[/say] The wendigo pants, eyes closed. In his mind, there is only the decadent pressure around his cock and the feeling of Ronin's own erection in his oil-slick palm.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-07-2023
Left panting and breathless as Remi curls himself around him, not to mention deeply satisfied even without the hand around his cock, Ronin's hand reaches for the arm braced across his chest. [say]"Wait--"[/say] he manages - barely, as of to give himself a chance to get accustomed to their new position. His fingers already feel as though they're buzzing with pins and needles, and gods but he hasn't been properly fucked in so long it's almost pointless trying to remember it.
Forcing a couple of breaths, the last of which hiccups out in a quiet laugh, Ronin lets himself relax fully against Remi, an act which draws another soft moan from his throat. [say]"Fuck me,"[/say] he demands only a few seconds later, and already his hips are rolling back against the other man, creating friction to urge him on.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-08-2023
Freezing, concerned that he's done something wrong or that he'd made Ronin uncomfortable (or worse, hurt), for a moment the wendigo's fingers flinch and relax against the hunter's skin. Remaining as motionless as he can while the man in his arms shifts and adjusts, it's only as he feels Ronin settle back against him that Remi lets out the breath he'd been holding.
Feeling both flustered and unsure, Ronin's command comes as an utter relief much as it's absolutely Remi's undoing. Whatever pace he thought he'd be able to set by topping was swiftly ruined by the thrust of Ronin's hips against him. Gasping a rather primal sound of surprise against the hunter's shoulder as his hands tighten, Remi feels his mind all but short circuit with the madness of the moment.
Cursing inarticulately if only because his lips had pulled back in a half-snarl against Ronin's shoulder, despite his best efforts, Remi could do little more than keep his hand still against Ronin's erection so that the movement of their hips would provide the necessary strokes to get his friend off. Finding his resolve not to fuck Ronin almost entirely diminished, it took only a single proper thrust from Remi for the wendigo to lose hold of the last of his willpower. [say]"Fuck, gods you feel so-"[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-08-2023
There aren't words to express it - being taken like this, but not forcefully or without consent, and Ronin's fingers flinch around Remi's forearm as he thrusts against him after what feels like an eternity. With lips parted in a silent moan and his eyes pressed shut, the hunter looks almost in pain (though the complete opposite is true), and it's probably a good thing the wendigo can't see his expression for fear that he might stop out of concern.
[say]"You have no idea--"[/say] he manages to hiss, his voice rough and pitching with every buck of the other man's hips. No idea how long it's been, no idea how good it feels, no idea how close he can already feel himself coming. [say]"Fuck, just like that--"[/say] he whispers, his free hand slipping down to cover Remi's around his cock, as if to plead for faster, tighter, harder. [say]"Don't stop--"[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-08-2023
There's a rising hysteria to the sounds leaving the wendigo's lips, and how much of it Ronin's neighbours will be subjected to he has no idea. All Remi is aware of is the churning sensation in his belly which feels both like molten lava but also light as air. It's a feeling that has him wanting to laugh against the crook of Ronin's neck as much as to amplify the sound of flesh against flesh. Unable to both maintain his current pace and prolong their pleasure, it's with a shaky laugh that he's forced to admit what they both know is coming.
[say]"Gods I'm going to cum."[/say] Remi whispered, sounding vaguely awed and also wildly demanding. It's nearly impossible not to clench his fingers into a fist around Ronin's cock as his own orgasm beckons him to it, and so it's with teeth against the hunter's shoulder that he wendigo forces himself to focus.
[say]'Go-
-ron-
-fuc-
-ro-NIN'[/say]
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-08-2023
The pitch of Remi's hips and the sudden clench of his hand around the hunter's cock is enough to drag a surprised cry of pleasure from Ronin's throat, and while it's a relatively short paced event for the both of them, as the surge of his own orgasm rises up the backs of his thighs, he's in no position to complain. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he manages, ineloquent and void of his usual charm, but it's what they're both thinking anyway.
The sound of his name on Remi's lips and the way the wendigo crashes against him is more than enough to tip him over the edge. Ronin grips the other man's arm braced across his chest as if hanging on for dear life, even as white static explodes behind his closed eyes and the world suspends itself on their combined heartbeats. Vaguely he's aware of the sound of their breath, the clutch of fingers and curl of toes, and although he wants to hold himself taut for eternity just in case it prolongs this weightless sense of ecstasy, eventually he sags back against Remi's chest.
There are no words, at first - none that will cover everything, and to speak risks complicating what's just happened. For just a few moments more, Ronin is happy to leave things quiet and simple.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-08-2023
Selflessness has never really been a character trait of Remi's, and yet for all his years of abuse and servitude, he'd have given Ronin quite literally anything the hunter might have asked of him in this moment. That his own pleasure might please someone else—another man, even—has fireworks of bliss exploding behind his eyes and in his bones in a way which made him undeniably happy in a way he absolutely didn't understand.
Rigid, the way he'd told Ronin sex shouldn't be, for a long while Remi can't properly say where he ends and where the hunter begins, and as sensation begins to prickle against his fingertips and the tips of his toes, he fully ignorances it. Whatever they are to one another and whatever this means in the grand scheme of things as much as for Remi's own sexuality, he doesn't care; can't care.
Eventually, though his body forces him to relax, and he does so all at once and with an exaggerated sigh. Starting to say something, a huff leaves the wendigo's lips as he realizes that there's really nothing to say. Nothing that means enough, anyway. So, although it feels strange to do so, Remi presses his lips gently against Ronin's shoulder where previously his teeth had been, and opts to release his grip on the hunter's withering erection in lieu of wrapping it around his stomach instead.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-08-2023
Humming something under his breath - nothing more than a wordless expression of contentment, in truth - as Remi's lips brush across his shoulder, Ronin has to resist the immediate and infinitely relaxing tug of sleep. It hasn't even been close to an hour (they'll make fun of each other for it later, he decides), but he knows if he succumbs to a nap, it will be time for Remi to return to the torture chamber all too soon.
And so instead, letting his head loll back and his fingers stroke gently down the length of Remi's arm, Ronin inhales deeply and lets it out again. [say]"Congratulations,"[/say] he says hoarsely, a smile in his voice, [say]"you're officially a top. And good at it."[/say] He doubts that much really needs to be said, though.
Wanting to turn to face the other man but not wanting to leave his arms just yet, Ronin instead fumbles for a tissue box on the bedside table to clean up, and then for the blankets Remi hadn't pulled over them.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-08-2023
Finding the fucking portion of all of this much easier to emotionally understand and deal with than the far more confusing intimate-aspect, it's with a slightly shuddered breath that the wendigo acknowledges that Ronin has said something. In truth, there are tears forcing their way into his eyes with a pain that feels far more tangible than anything Grimm had ever done to him, and it's because he feels so overwhelmingly happy that has dispair immediately on its heels.
Thankful for the distraction, Remi wordlessness nudges Ronin for a few tissues as well, and though it's the most uncomfortable feeling yet, the wendigo slides his hips back with a playful groan. Tossing the tissues onto the floor—he'll deal with it later—he settles back with his nose pressed just behind the hunter's ear.
[say]"That was good."[/say] He says in a whisper that the tonelessness of his voice might hide how thickly coated with emotion it would otherwise be.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Ronin - 08-08-2023
Languid in his movements, Ronin still manages a grumble as Remi creates distance between them, only comfortable when the other man settles around him again. [say]"Mm, it really was,"[/say] he agrees, more than able to hear the tells in the wendigo's voice; not just because of proximity, but also thanks to literally years of knowing the man by now.
[say]"We don't have to talk about anything,"[/say] he murmurs, seizing one of Remi's hands to press his lips against his knuckles, and to hell with the familiarity and affection that suddenly feels so natural. They just had sex - so sue him for cuddling.
[say]"Do whatever you want with this time, okay? I'm just glad you're here."[/say] He doesn't say okay, because Remi isn't, but here is better than the medical wing, and Grimm and her lackeys will find themselves unpleasantly surprised if they try to force their way into his space.
RE: cut our teeth and make our bones right here - Remi - 08-08-2023
If Remi was American he might well sue; alas, Italians normally opted to drink, though that would mean getting out of bed, which he absolutely wasn't keen on doing. So, with a sigh and a strange tightness in his chest he couldn't quite articulate, Remi spread his fingers slightly within Ronin's in order to capture the other man's between his own, before curling his fingers into a fist and drawing their hands against the hunter's chest.
[say]"We can talk about it, it just..."[/say] He shrugs slightly against Ronin. [say]"..It was terrible, By far two of the worst days I have had with Grimm yet, but..."[/say] Gods, if there was a way for this rollercoaster of emotions he was suddenly on to pause, he'd appreciate it. Stifling a smile against Ronin's shoulder that quickly brought on more tears—a painful mix of both happy and sad—the wendigo inhales slowly, savouring the taste of sandalwood rolling off the hunter's skin. [say]"..the thought of this got me through."[/say]
What does he mean by this? Fuck if he knows.