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

Selflessness has never really been a character trait of Remi's, and yet for all his years of abuse and servitude, he'd have given Ronin quite literally anything the hunter might have asked of him in this moment. That his own pleasure might please someone else—another man, even—has fireworks of bliss exploding behind his eyes and in his bones in a way which made him undeniably happy in a way he absolutely didn't understand.

Rigid, the way he'd told Ronin sex shouldn't be, for a long while Remi can't properly say where he ends and where the hunter begins, and as sensation begins to prickle against his fingertips and the tips of his toes, he fully ignorances it. Whatever they are to one another and whatever this means in the grand scheme of things as much as for Remi's own sexuality, he doesn't care; can't care.

Eventually, though his body forces him to relax, and he does so all at once and with an exaggerated sigh. Starting to say something, a huff leaves the wendigo's lips as he realizes that there's really nothing to say. Nothing that means enough, anyway. So, although it feels strange to do so, Remi presses his lips gently against Ronin's shoulder where previously his teeth had been, and opts to release his grip on the hunter's withering erection in lieu of wrapping it around his stomach instead.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!