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?" The question isn't any sort of accusation about consent, but moreso an acknowledgement that given how readily the pair of them had fallen into each other with almost no preamble or thought suggested that they'd also both likely forgo quite a bit of discomfort if it meant getting a bit of pleasure out of it.

'Well, not everything.' Remi says, his sarcasm hushed slightly by the way his breath stutters as Ronin adjusts one of his curls. "I have no interest in learning what an Irishman has to say about food, for instance."

Lube. Got it. Tongue-tied and twitterpated in equal measure as his knuckles are kissed—the gesture reminding him immediately of the way he'd done something similar to Isla—the wendigo nods distractedly, unable to pull his eyes away from Ronin's. "Only if I make it." He counters, and though it feels like absolutely the last thing he wants to do, Remi begins to extract himself from Ronin and the couch.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!