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

Finding it nearly impossible to keep his balance with Ronin's lips against his, it's with shaky limbs and an ebbing control over his senses that the wendigo nearly pitches forward as if he might simply disappear into the hunter's kiss.

Without any of the mental faculties available to parse out quite what Ronin might mean—or what reassurance it was meant to provide—Remi is left trying to wrangle his boyish hormones from treating this like a video game and just spamming certain buttons in order to hit his target the fastest.

Reaching for the lube and liberally applying it to himself as Ronin had instructed, Remi's fingers trickle hesitantly to the hunter's hip and then in between their bodies until he felt himself pressing against the bit of skin he knew would give way with a bit of pressure. "Slow." Remi panted, more to himself than to Ronin. Feeling resistance and teasing himself forward, the wendigo gripped against the hunter's hip as if he might redirect the pressure he wanted to exert through his fingers instead.

"Fuck," He huffed inelegantly, seeing stars sparkle over Ronin's shoulder as he pressed his lips against the other man's skin.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!