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

Blue eyes and sheets are replaced by the curve of Ronin's shoulder and his ceiling, and as if tugged there by magnets Remi's hands scour the hunter's body. Tracing the lines of musculature softly at first and then with a feral sort of need,  the wendigo tries to reconcile the strangely hard and straight body beneath his skin with the need rising up like a scream in the back of his throat. "Fuck, Ronin. This is torture." Remi says after a moment, hearing the shaky desperation in his voice and trying to hide it behind a laugh. "This is as close to feeling anything like a wendigo as I have yet." He adds as his eyes roll slightly upwards.

"I...cannot say I am very sophisticated when it comes to that.." Remi admits, blushing. "It never took much for a beautiful woman to make me feel good." He added as his hands moved in tandem up the back of Ronin's thighs before pushing down against his lower back. "But seeing as you are neither-" The jets is immediately forgotten in lieu of something much more truthful and interesting, though it renders the wendigo speechless for a moment.

"I..." He begins, sounding and looking adorably nervous. "...with Carmelita she always enjoyed...being held down. Not necessarily roughly, but she liked being bound and confined, and.." A shiver ran through the wendigo then, igniting fire low in his belly. "..but she could never do the same to me.."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!