cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

It's Ronin's hands, surprisingly, that has the wendigo gasping softly. Perhaps it's the confidence in the hunter's grip or merely the fact that it didn't feel as though anything hung on this moment such that there was nothing to mess up, but whatever it is it comes just in time for Remi's quivering bicep. Letting his weight fall as slowly as he can, the wendigo's grip on Ronin's hand becomes less about bearing his weight and more about spreading the other man's fingers to allow his through.

Whatever languages they both did or didn't speak, Remi's tongue now traces the shape of things that feeling shockingly familiar despite the strangeness of kissing another man. Ronin's mouth is far too big, his tongue too brutish, the taste of him too whiskey. The body beneath Remi's was not small and curvy, but muscled and (currently) larger than his own, yet for all these small ways in which this all felt strange, it absolutely didn't at the same time.

That they were coming dangerously close to actually making out - they would be soon if this continued much longer - didn't cross Remi's mind at all, so much as he was actively investigating what it felt like to kiss Ronin like this, or this, or this.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!