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

Inhaling deeply as if it might be the last breath he ever takes, Remi peers at Ronin through half-lidded eyes and with lips slightly parted. Quite what he means to say he has utterly no idea, which is why no sound comes out. He certainly doesn't want the hunter to stop and though whatever may or may not follow might be laughably brief, Remi has taken his friend's advice to heart. Maybe he does deserve to feel good, even if the source of that feeling was as unlikely as it was pleasurable.

'Mmmmm.' The wendigo manages, nodding belatedly and closing his eyes. Having never been one to feel self-conscious, Remi is still very aware that his sunken chest and scrawny physique are probably not doing it for Ronin, whatever the other man's preferences are. Still, he doesn't think it's entirely about that if only because this felt more than in a way Remi couldn't quite put a finger on. (Especially not with Ronin descending down between his legs the way he was).

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!