Sometimes Mitsuo got so drunk with his friends that he wouldn't recognize Anep; often mistaking his teddy bear for a girl because of his voice. He’d say something along the lines of “you know I never do this” “I’m not that kind of guy” but “you just get me” “like we have this connection, and they’d end up falling into bed together; little different than when he was sober.
Mitsuo never did this with other people; he never ‘cheated’ on Anep with others when he was drunk, and it never bothered Anep, even when Mitsuo didn’t know who he was, he knew they belonged together. No matter what anybody said or did, how hard they tried, Mitsuo was never interested in anyone else.
That was their connection, he wanted to be with Anep even when he didn’t know who was who. Anep was happy to lead Mitsuo to their bed, strip him of everything but his boxers, and ride Mitsuo while his jaw was slack and rambling; then pinning Anep to the bed, hands around his neck, the weight of his torso over his body; all sort of different positions; it wasn’t uncommon for them to go through six condoms and a whole bottle of lube like this.
Anep was a deep sleeper so Mitsuo snoring through these same nights was never an issue. He’d kiss him as he woke up, ask him if his hips or back hurt, and tend to his hangover. If Mitsuo knew what was going on he never said anything, but he was never shocked to wake up next to Anep, nor curious about the hand-prints on his neck and hips, and bruises and bites everywhere else.
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