親分子分らくがき by ゅぅすけ(´꒳｀)৩
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Lovino has a way of going silent when something is bothering him. Antonio is used to the yelling and half-hearted complaining, but when Lovino stops talking he knows it’s something serious- especially when the Spaniard had been dancing and singing around his apartment while he cleaned. There hadn’t been the growl telling him to keep it the fuck down that he expected, instead Lovino was just sitting there and staring when he thought Antonio couldn’t see. If it wasn’t Lovino he’d almost think the Italian was staring at his ass.
“Lovi…” He finally says softly, bending down by the couch and looking up at the man. “Is something wrong…?”
Lovino turns red when he feels Antonio’s hand on his, not looking him in the eye as he quickly shakes his head. “Nothing.”