Romano watched his guardian put on a light jacket. "Where are you going," he asked. He didn't mean to sound as rude as he did. He was just asking.

"Shopping. We do need to eat, y'know." He grinned sheepishly. "But I'll be back soon, so that's why I'm trusting you to stay here by yourself for...well...not that long. An hour, at the most." He ruffled the boy's hair, which caused him to squirm a bit. Ohh, right, he forgot about that strange little hair of his.

"I don't care! Just leave already." He pursed his lips, which caused the older man to chuckle again.

"Alright, Lovino. I'll be back soon!" Antonio pressed his slightly-chapped lips to the child's forehead. He rubbed at the spot with the back of his hand until he saw the door close. Now, it was time for the Italian to do practically whatever he wanted. And what he wanted to do right now was snoop around his caretaker's room out of pure curiosity. He had been in there plenty of times, but he never looked around. He raced up the stairs and down the hall as fast as his small feet could take him. He didn't dare to stop until he reached his destination.

The room practically screeched familiarity, from the way the blanket was lazily tossed to the edge of the bed on a daily basis, from the small crack in the wall next to the closet. It even smelled familiar. There wasn't a simple way to describe the scent besides Antonio. That's it. It was just Antonio. And the smell of Antonio drove Lovino's hormones wild. Just as the slight buzzing sensation in his head began, the Spaniard's cell phone vibrated. He left it, it seemed. Lovino went over to it, picked it up, and examined it. There was a text from 'Gilbert', as the screen read. That was obviously Spain's annoying-as-shit friend. He had met him plenty of times before. Without really thinking it through, he flipped it open and began to read the text.

"'Remember this pic ya sent me? Good times. Send another ASAP'," is what it read. A image file was attached to it. He was far too into it to back down, so he hit the glowing green button in the middle of the directional pad, which brought him to a new screen. Within a matter of seconds, a low-quality picture of Antonio stroking his erect cock while laying down and fingering himself appeared. The child's face blushed bright red. Redder than it had ever been in all his life. He involuntarily let out a soft whimper at the sight. He didn't know what to make of it at the moment, but his abdomen did. It ached slightly, but not in an entirely negative way.

To distract himself, he began looking through the nightstand. He found a bottle of what was called 'personal lubricant' (whatever that meant), and a rubbery green circle that seemed to have a small battery and wires in it. On the side, there was a switch. He turned it on just to see what would happen. It vibrated just like the phone had earlier. Lovino tossed the green ring back into the drawer before shutting it. That stuff wasn't important. He glanced at the cell phone again, then back to the drawer. Okay, maybe it was important. He opened the drawer again and pulled out the ring to figure out exactly what it was. Surely, no one would want a vibrating ring? It had to be good for something else...
His olive eyes flickered back to the blurry image on the cell phone. Come to think, the green ring was in the picture. It seemed to be just below Antonio's hand, and- is that where it went? Well, there was only one way to find out...

He hesitantly slid his pants and underwear past his smooth hips simultaneously, then down his slender legs, before finally kicking them off to the ground. He layed down on the bed in the same position as Antonio was in the picture, and even going as far as spreading his legs like so. The ring was switched on, not too long before it was slid onto the child's soft, premature cock. He let out a yelp. It felt strange. Not bad. Just strange. A few shaky pants and moans escaped his smooth lips. His hips rolled.

By this point, he decided to mimic the picture entirely. They found their way to the tight hole, and tried to push their way in. Too dry, he decided. Thankfully, he remembered the lubricant in the drawer. He didn't care if he was using it properly or not, he needed it. He practically drowned his fingers in it, and tried again. His index finger slid in. Lovino uttered a little squeak. That felt even weirder!

What was he to do with the finger now? He tried to put in his middle. It fit, but now it was much too small for another. The two fingers were used to spread the hole slightly. His hips instinctively jerked up at the sensation. He did it again. Close, spread. Close, spread. Close, spread. As he did this, his dick twitched and got a bit bigger. And hard. Why was it hard? He used his other hand to prod around at it, as if that would give him the answer. Then he remembered the picture again. There, Antonio was touching his own cock with his free hand. He seemed to be rubbing it. Is that what you were supposed to do with it? He tried it anyway.

Lovino started out slowly, but got faster as he went, hitting the ring with each stroke. Suddenly, his stomach started cramping. He should have stopped there, but he couldn't. His hand moved rapidly, and his two fingers did as well for a few seconds more, before he jutted his hips up. His legs twitched. A clear, sticky fluid coated his hands, and a small bit fell onto his shirt. He yawned. Whatever that was felt so exhausting..he layed down and fell asleep almost instantly, completely forgetting that the Spaniard would be home soon.