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

No longer hindered by concerns that he might be misinterpreting things, it's with a needy hum of delight that the wendigo lets himself be momentarily undone by the friction Ronin has created before persuading his body to return back to the moment at hand. Gazing up at the hunter, the wendigo untangles one arm in other to brush the pad of his thumb over Ronin's lower lip before his fingers tangle in the other man's hair. "Slow." Remi agrees, matching the softness of the hunter's voice. "But only because I want to enjoy this. Enjoy you."

So saying, Remi's fingers tighten in Ronin's dark hair, pulling and encouraging him back down. Gods but it was a strange sensation, not having breasts pressed against his chest and not having his be the only outward point of friction, but no part of Remi minded. Slipping his other hand between the back of the couch and Ronin's body, the wendigo presses his fingertips beneath the hunter's shirt in order to slowly trace the musculature hidden beneath. It didn't take wendigo-level senses to feel the scars that slivered his friend's body, and though later he might indeed want to experience this again with those senses, for now he was more than keen to simply enjoy the warmth of another body against his.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!