Negative, Ghostrider

It felt so good he tipped his head back as a throaty moan escaped, feeling his cock disappear in the other’s throat. “Oh damn, yeah,” he grunted, his hand placed gingerly at the back of the man’s head, guiding him along the cock.

He’d never been sucked off by a cartoon character before, but now was a good a time as any so he undid the zipper of his jump suit to expose his dick to the man infront of him.

“Well sure, but I think we’re talking about us using the catapult to throw the pumpkins, not necessarily what we can do with the pumpkins”

He growled loudly as she arched, his cock throbbing hard and fast inside her. His hands ran over her body needily, grasping at any point of her skin that he could. One hand found her nipple, twisting and tweaking it as his other held hard to her hip.

“Or just chuck it,” he chuckled, “I don’t think there’s more of a point than that.”

Hearing her spur him on made him work harder and faster, thrusting into the girl deeply. He lifted her leg against his chest to get a deeper angle to hit her as completely as he could, feeling his cock begin to twitch inside her.

“Challenge accepted,” he chuckled against her throat, one hand working up her costume to reach her breasts, the other guiding his length deep inside her, thrusting into her body and knocking it against the best. “Oh fuck, you feel good,” he groaned agaisnt her ear, his throbbing cock pushing harder and harder inside her with each thrust.

Maverick gave a hearty laugh, “I mean, we dance, but not well,” he answered honestly, chuckling at the other’s dance in excitement. “Yeah, come on then,” he said leading the way towards the main building where the dancing was meant to be. “So why don’t you show me your moves, then?”

“Well sure, but I don’t think anyone is going to want ot be blaming you,” he pointed out as he turned to looked at the man who was looking at him just a bit too much. “Did you wanna try?”

He chuckled back as he laid across her, still sucking and nibbling at her neck. “Hey, we don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, so why waste time?” he asked, hissing as she scratched at her back. He moved his hands and arms around greedily, searching both in an effort open up an entry to her and get his own length free from his pants.

“Throwing pumpkins? That’s quite the experience you’ve got there,” he laughed as he set up the catapult. He was watching the dark man make his measurements and explain along the way. “Oooh, well that’s definitely interesting,” he answered before pulling the lever and watching the pumpkin take flight, crashing hard against the ground. “awww damn. Not quiet, huh?”

“Alright then,” he smirked, show me what you’ve got.”

“I would like to,” he said as an offer, “If you’re interested.”

“Maybe we will,” he agreed as the song winded down. Maverick took a step back and gave the beast a bow, “Thank you for the dance, new - or maybe old - friend.”

“Perfect,” he said quickly before closing the space between them, kissing her fiercly against her neck, his hands beginning to move around her body, pawing at the bottom of her dress in an effort to lift it as he moved her to lay across a table nearby, climbing over top of her.

Maverick clicked his tongue a little disappointed, “Ah that’s too bad,” he said taking a step away to give them both some space, “Alright fair enough. Well, I hope you do find yourself some fun tonight. Maybe lay off the brains a bit. Kind of a turn off.”

The pilot stood there staring for a minute at the vampire spoke. “You’re quite the genius huh?” he asked after the other rattled off several things that were way over the pilot’s head. “But what determines how far it goes?”