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

Gods, but if Grimm came in now and spilled fire into his veins, the wendigo would go out without complaint. Every cell in his body was either exhausted, crackling with pleasure, or both. Even as he felt himself shrivel somewhat uncomfortably inside of the hunter, he couldn't bring himself to care about it much less move.

"Holy fuck." Remi mutters when he's caught his breath enough to speak. Still panting hard and feeling as though he'd just run a marathon, it was with a groan and a considerable amount of effort that he tried to roll slightly off of the other man so that Ronin could breathe without Remi's body weight making it harder. He'd done enough of that for the day.

'I have not done that since I was a teenager."[/says] That, of course being horny enough to come twice in the span of just an hour or so. "Fuck." Blearily blinking open his eyes and able to see only the rolling hill of the hunter's shoulder, before he could stop himself, the wendigo rested his cheek against the slope of Ronin's spine and pressed his lips sweetly against one of the various scars spangling his friend's back.

"That was good." He whispered through a smile.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!