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

"What?" Remi replies innocently enough to maybe be believed if Ronin was feeling generous. Huffing in the space left by the hunter's lips and feeling all the more naked for the blindfold, the wendigo frowns in response to the suggestion of chains but leaves that argument for another time.

Clenching his teeth together to keep himself from moving about (it only helped a little), Remi's breath came in short bursts from his nose in response to the heat he could feel rolling off of the hunter's skin. It was intoxicating while also being frustratingly gentle; that was the point of course - probably? - and truthfully the wendigo had no idea if he liked it or not. Straining against the rope as Ronin's fingertips trickled down his stomach, Remi tried once again to force himself to relax. Though his shoulders slid down from his ears, his toes had clenched together; the tension had to go somewhere his body seemed to demand. Sighing shakily and slumping backward, Remi huffs laughter with a crooked wince. "That is not really the point though, is it?" He wondered, not recognizing the sound of his own voice for the tinge of heat he heard in it.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!