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

Remi's expression shifts from one of intense passion to concern so swiftly that it almost seems almost fake. Only, for a man (normally) capable of dismembering limbs with the ease of breaking apart chopsticks, the hissed warning from his friend is absolutely one which stops him in his tracks. However, as Ronin draws them together and the wendigo realizes just what there was to be cautious about—time, it was always time and how quickly it could slip through their fingers if they were too hasty—Remi nods his understanding though doesn't loosen his grip.

Without Ronin's instructions, the wendigo might have done the stupid and expected thing, demanded some lube and tried to go about learning how to top. Instead, too obedient to disobey and utterly captivated by the hunter's hand guiding both of their erections into his fingers, it was Remi's turn to pull in a shivery breath as he forced his mind (and body) to change tack. 'Do you have any...' Frowning and doing that thing speakers of more than one language do when searching for a word, it's a wonder he doesn't begin to gesture with their cocks as he tries to think. "...massage oil?"

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!