Neither one of you had broken eye contact. You were both too deeply lost in each others eyes. You slowly slide the ends of your fingers into his leotard collar and gently get even closer, pulling him with you. He doesn't resist. He thinks the same thing about you. He runs his hands up your back. You can feel them. Masculine and strong, but surprisingly gentle. He could do things with those hands. The thought of that made you blush. He must have picked up on it because he slipped his fingers into your hood and grabbed the back of your hair. You held your breath for a second and blushed even more. With his other hand he waved at the curtain of the tents and a bright red ribbon laced itself through and pulled tightly at the end, making a bow, sealing off the only way in or out. You let out and awkward chuckle and swallowed hard. He grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the canvas, still giving you a sly, wide grin. He leaned in for a kiss but kept going. You felt his warm breath on your collar bone and gasped before you felt his soft lips make contact with your skin. You let out the breath and bit your bottom lip. You dug your nails into your palms, wrists still pinned above your head. As you felt him on your collar bone you closed your eyes tight. When he pulled away you opened one eye and looked at him. He was just... staring at you. It was your turn to make a move on him. You reached foreword and grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. You start kissing him and you feel his hands slide down to your hips. You open your eye just a bit. You wanted to see him as flustered as you had been, but he looked completely normal. One of his eyes opened and he smiled. You were confused for a second before you left his tongue slip between your lips. You almost pulled away but his grab on you tightened, and you just sat there, tense, but not pulling away. He slid his hands under your legs and lifted you up, sliding you over his legs and onto your knees. He smiled at you and waved his finger in the air, as he held your hands behind you, soon replaced by a piece of red ribbon, much like the one holding the doors of the tent closed. He pulled you closer so you were sitting right above his... circus balls.... As he put his hands back on your thighs. He was gentle but firm. You blushed. He just smirked
