Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
The graze of teeth against his lips has the wendigo's motions stuttering for a moment for reasons which likely need no explanation. But that there's no blood, and that none of the predatory instincts that ought to have been riled have been, Remi tentatively nips softly at the hunter's bottom lip before kissing him in earnest again.
Releasing Ronin's throat to free the other man to move as he pleased, Remi slides his palm up the hunter's jaw toward his ear where his fingers could tangle through his friend's dark hair. Having only been touched in any sort of meaningful way in the proceeding week - and even then it had only been Isla's hand in his and her hand against his clothing - the feel of Ronin's palm against his lower back had the wendigo inhaling sharply against the other man's lips as fresh heat rolled up his spine.
It was only as Remi's mind realized that his hips were inclined to follow the undulating motions of his tongue that the reality of the situation seemed to sink in. Something had awoken low in his belly, and with every kiss and every heartbeat between them, it was stretching itself into places which had otherwise been ignored for years and blooming with heat. With a sound not unlike alarm, the wendigo gasped shakily, pushing himself back from the hunter.
Flushed, aroused, and very, very confused, Remi swallowed hard a number of times while trying to formulate a coherent thought. "I..." Trying to stifle the way his lungs wanted to pant for air, he gave his head a helpless little shake. "...what..?"
Releasing Ronin's throat to free the other man to move as he pleased, Remi slides his palm up the hunter's jaw toward his ear where his fingers could tangle through his friend's dark hair. Having only been touched in any sort of meaningful way in the proceeding week - and even then it had only been Isla's hand in his and her hand against his clothing - the feel of Ronin's palm against his lower back had the wendigo inhaling sharply against the other man's lips as fresh heat rolled up his spine.
It was only as Remi's mind realized that his hips were inclined to follow the undulating motions of his tongue that the reality of the situation seemed to sink in. Something had awoken low in his belly, and with every kiss and every heartbeat between them, it was stretching itself into places which had otherwise been ignored for years and blooming with heat. With a sound not unlike alarm, the wendigo gasped shakily, pushing himself back from the hunter.
Flushed, aroused, and very, very confused, Remi swallowed hard a number of times while trying to formulate a coherent thought. "I..." Trying to stifle the way his lungs wanted to pant for air, he gave his head a helpless little shake. "...what..?"
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.