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[MelodicMasonry says: Sweeter than a daydream, though twice as bright. Will my little Sunbeam visit with me tonight?]

Monstr was quickly becoming Christopher's favorite pastime. At first, all he'd received was mildly creepy messages asking him to send nudes, but that all changed when he met Gregory. Despite his faceless profile, the man's endearing personality and romantic gestures brought butterflies to Chris's stomach. Mysterious and poetic, he messaged Chris without fail every night with a bit of poetry or just a simple compliment. No matter how bad Christopher's day was, Gregory could always lift his spirits, and despite the distance between them, he felt as if no one knew him better.

[ChrisOutOfWater says: Yes! I'd love to meet you! Just tell me when and where!]

Chris could barely contain his excitement. Worries about scaring Gregory off kept him from pressing the issue until now, despite the ache in his chest, so hearing those simple words sent Chris's heart into his throat. Already, thoughts of what he would wear, how he would style his messy blonde hair, shaving his face and other bits, and other small worries were swirling in his head, and he could barely pay attention to customers, his phone clutched in shaking hands.

His shift at the coffee house ended uneventfully, and Chris was beginning to think he'd never hear from Gregory when his phone lit up, and the words he'd been waiting for all day filled the screen. With a nervous swallow, he opened the app.

[MelodicMasonry says: Meet me at midnight at the Museum of Natural History. Don't worry; I know someone who'll get us inside. Wear something that accentuates your beautiful face.]

A museum at midnight? Gregory remembered his favorite place! Every weekend, his favorite pastime was browsing the new exhibits for inspiration for his sculpting hobby. If he could fall more deeply in love with the wonderfully romantic man, he would.

Chris practically ran home, bursting through his door and stripping out of his work clothes. His shift at the coffee house ended at ten PM, and by the time he reached his front door, it was already ten-thirty. He only had an hour and a half to get showered and dressed for his date! After waiting so long to meet, making Gregory wait for him any longer would be rude.

Fully nude, Chris dug through his closet until he found a forest green button-up shirt. Perfect! He took a moment to hold the shirt up to his softly toned chest, admiring its look against his tanned skin and fluffy blonde hair. It draped perfectly over his soft, shaved cock, his tip peeking out just under the final button in a coy tease. It would be perfect if their date led to something more intimate. He wasn't sure if Gregory was a top or a bottom, but he was more than willing to accommodate anything, as long as it was with Gregory.

Biting his lower lip, Chris got an idea, and he slipped into the shirt for a moment, bringing his phone up and snapping a picture with the barest hint of his half-hard shaft showing underneath. Perfect. Just enough to leave him wanting more. Hopefully, his mystery man would be just as excited as he was.

[ChrisOutOfWater says: Just a sneak peek for tonight. I wanted you to know just how much I'm looking forward to your company.]

Smiling from ear to ear as he stepped into the shower, he didn't wait for Gregory's reply. Sweet-scented bubbles foamed over his body, and he made sure to wash every inch of himself, daydreaming that the hands touching him were Gregory's. After all this time, would he be as desperate for Chris as he was for him? Chris hoped so. Gregory's hands HAD to be talented as his silver tongue, and Chris hoped to spend a long time getting acquainted with them.

Resisting a quick self-pleasuring was a monumental act of will, but Chris didn't want anything to ruin his date, and as he stepped from the shower, his erection led the way, bouncing eagerly with every step. It would be so much sweeter to indulge himself with Gregory after a long wait rather than giving in to temptation, and besides, he couldn't risk being unable to perform.

With his heart beating out of his chest, he left his apartment without a moment to spare. It was already 11:30, and he didn't want to run to his date. Showing up sweaty and out of breath would be the worst first impression.

[MelodicMasonry says: You look utterly beautiful. Holding you in my arms will be the highlight of my life.]

Chris's phone buzzed once again, and he held the device to his chest with a dreamy sigh. Gregory always knew what to say to set his heart aflutter. Tonight would be the night that he could finally repay all of Gregory's kindness and love.

A note written in curling, immaculate penmanship awaited Chris on the Museum's front door, and with shaking hands, he opened it.

[Dearest Sunbeam, I await you inside. Follow the roses and quicken your stride.]

Roses? Sure enough, just inside the unlocked doors, a trail of dried rose petals started, leading off into the gloomy depths. Chris followed them, trying his best not to break into a run. Anticipation was part of the allure, and he wouldn't want to waste all the effort Gregory went to for him.

Soft candlelight caressed the Museum's restaurant, and Chris could see two plates set up at a table while a rich, tasty smell floated past his nose. He was about to sit down when out of the darkness, hands grabbed him, and he was pulled back against a firm chest, feeling warm breath ruffle his hair. Fear faded into a comfortable sensation as he realized that the arms enfolding him must be Gregory's.

"Hello, Sunbeam. Sorry if I frightened you. I couldn't resist." Gregory's voice was even sexier than Chris had imagined, with a mournful, almost musical quality. Strong hands enfolded his waist, and he was struck by just how BIG the person standing behind him was. The pecs on either side of Chris's head felt like they could crush his head, and the hands caressing his stomach dwarfed his own with their soft, grey fingers. Grey? That couldn't be. A trick of the light?

Panicking a bit with the realization that the hands caressing his stomach couldn't be human, Chris whirled, taking in a very different sight than his expectation. Standing in an ill-fitting suit was a creature more at home in a fairy tale. Grey, smooth skin, pointed ears, and sharp teeth accentuated with kind and soulful crimson eyes made Chris's heart skip a beat. How could something so bestial still give off such a gentle air?

"Not what you expected, am I?" Gregory sighed, and his eyes looked downward, away from Chris's gaze. "I'm aware of the ugly countenance my creator cursed me to bear. I hoped that if I showed you who I am inside, you would be able to look past this horrifying face and into the soul that yearns for your touch." With that fearsome face on the verge of tears, any of Chris's doubts faded away, replaced by the same love and longing that filled him whenever he received one of Gregory's messages.

Softly cupping Gregory's face with one hand, Chris stared at those pretty slitted pupils. "You're beautiful." He meant it. There was artistry in Gregory's face, and every fearsome detail, lovingly carved from stone, was beautiful in its own right. Gentle fingers drew him in for a heartfelt kiss, and Chris reveled in the gargoyle's pillowy lips, his tongue lovingly tracing every pointed tooth. Weeks of yearning and desperate need poured into his embrace, and he melted into his lover's hesitant touch.

"You aren't repulsed?" Gregory shuddered as the kiss broke, his eyes half-lidded and his arms enfolding Chris's form in a gentle embrace as if afraid he'd disappear. At Chris's insistent head shakes, a relieved smile broke across his features, and his arms gathered the human closer as he stole another passionate kiss.

Chris's hands couldn't bear the wait, and before his lips left the gargoyle's, his insistent fingers were pulling open Gregory's clothes, baring a perfectly sculpted pair of soft, heaving pecs. Slow, savoring licks lapped over every curve, and hardening, sensitive nubs received extra attention, soft suckles teasing them to pebbled points.

"Wait. There's one more thing you should-" Gregory's words trailed off into a deep, vibrating moan as Chris chomped down on his nipple. Squirming adorably under the erotic onslaught, he seemed lost for words until insistent hands tugged down his pants. A smooth expanse of nothing greeted Chris's gaze, and the gargoyle finally managed to complete his thought as he fell back on his rump. "I-I was sculpted without genitals."

Unperturbed, Chris lapped at the smooth expanse of soft grey skin, delighting in the soft moans he wrung from the shivering gargoyle. While the lack of extra bits to play with was disappointing, it was the whole of the gargoyle that he was attracted to, not his manhood (or lack thereof.) Shimmering saliva coated his sensitive mound, and once the gargoyle was squirming with desire, he kissed his way lower, seeking the space between those shuddering cheeks. There was one thing he ought to have if those perfectly sculpted glutes indicated anything.

Gentle, exploring licks trailed down over a pleasantly plump expanse of sweetly scented skin before Chris's tongue found its target, rolling over the gargoyle's dark pucker. Unlike most men, the gargoyle's hole was nearly devoid of musk, and as Chris's tongue licked its way past the lightly resisting entrance, all he could taste was the pleasant, slightly sweet tang of fresh skin. Rounded cheeks spread on either side of his face while he plumped that pucker with gentle sucks and loosened its clutching tightness with rolling, deep delving licks that forced Chris's nose against the gargoyle's perineum.

"Ah. Sunbeam. Gods, you're so aggressive." Gregory spread his rounded rump, tilting his hips to give Chris's exploring mouth more room to work, and his breaths came in desperate, hitching pants. "Please, don't keep me waiting any longer. I ache for you." Begging for Chris's member, the gargoyle thrashed beneath him on the floor, sending steel-hard surges through the human's groin with his desperate pleas.

Barely wiggling from the confines of his jeans, Chris slid home in a single aching thrust as soon as his member freed itself from confining cloth. Hips moving on their own, he rested his cheek between the gargoyle's pillowy pecs, his balls slapping against that upturned rump in a passionate rhythm. Gregory's clutching innards were impossibly warm compared to the rest of his cool stone skin, and Chris worried that his plunging member would melt in the sweet friction of their lovemaking.

Demanding hands gripped Chris's ass, pulling him into every thrust, and a glance upward revealed the gargoyle's face clenched tight, his eyes closed, and his tongue lolling from his fanged maw. He was incoherent with desperate need, and each thrust only made him hungry for more. "Sunbeam, I'm going to-to-" A deep groan vibrated through that heaving chest, and he tensed, clawed fingers digging into Chris's rear. Clamping down on the human's thrusting cock like a tight, silken fist, he milked Chris's cock in dry orgasm.

Chris slowed his movements, drawing out the gargoyle's climax and kissing over that flexing chest with teasing teeth. "This is what you do to me. How I feel when I read your words." Soft lips peppered pebbled nipples with loving affection, and his hands slid down to trace over perfectly sculpted abs, his fingertips circling each one in turn. "How desperate I am for your touch." Slow thrusts gave way to hard, demanding shoves, slapping pink, hairless balls against that perfectly sculpted living stone in a feverish rhythm. "How much I need you."

With those final words, Chris buried himself to the root and bit down on one bouncing pec, clinging to the thrashing gargoyle while his balls heaved up, pressing flush against the base of his shaft. Erupting with muffled groans, he poured his longing deep inside the gargoyle's needy depths, and his fingers clutched perfectly proportioned hips. Everything about the gargoyle was just so wonderfully welcoming, and he wished he could spend the rest of his existence buried within him.

"I-I've never. Before you, I've never felt anything so intense." Gregory's hands roamed over Chris's back, drawing slow circles and lingering over the nape of his neck. Crimson eyes doted on the human, and a contented smile graced his fearsome features, softening them. Grey flesh shuddered under Chris's tongue and clutching silken walls kept him firmly in place.

"That's a real shame." Chris released his hold on the gargoyle's softened nipple, pressing gentle kisses around the marks his teeth left around the swollen nub. A soft, wet noise marked his withdrawal from the gargoyle's rear, and he wiggled the rest of the way out of his jeans, his bare rear straddling stony thighs so that he could bring himself face to face with those pretty crimson eyes.

Sensual fingers traced the gargoyle's features with an artist's eye for detail, exploring his soft lips and dipping inside to tease that silver tongue. Once flagging from his recent orgasm, his erection surged with renewed life as pillowy lips closed on his fingers, sucking on them and coating them in a thick layer of shimmering gargoyle saliva. Lips replaced his fingers before the gargoyle could recover his wits, and he took advantage of his soft panting to slide his tongue in deep, dancing over the gargoyle's wider one in an oral ballet. He would never tire of those impossibly soft lips against his.

"I love you, my sweet little Sunbeam." Gregory's breathless voice sent a thrill through Chris's body when his lips finally allowed the blissed-out monster to breathe. He'd been waiting so long to hear those three little words from his poetic lover. He felt as if he'd float away on a cloud of contentment.

"I love you too." He replied, pressing a soft kiss to Gregory's pointed nose as a goofy smile spread over his face. His heart felt as if it would burst, and each of the gargoyle's caresses sent a thrill through his body, bouncing his renewed erection against smooth, hard abs.

"May I?" Smooth and pleasantly cool, the gargoyle's hand sought out Chris's heated erection, spreading leftover seed over his length in slow, teasing strokes. Strong hands maneuvered Chris's body to the ground beneath him, giving the human a perfect view of that large, rounded, seeded rump and his thin, spaded tail twitching behind him while steaming breath teased at his slippery cock and pillowy lips pressed a soft kiss to his crown. The sight was enough to bounce his cock, smearing across Gregory's lips in a lewd, glossy drool.

Flaring nostrils took in Chris's scent with greedy puffs, and slow kisses pressed along the underside of his shaft, ending with gentle laps at his sweat-covered balls. Slumberous, half-lidded eyes stared up at him while soft lips dragged over his member, that slick tongue slipping out to lap at the slippery trail of arousal he drew from the tip with his teasing efforts. With aching slowness, he opened his mouth, allowing Chris's cock to slip into that accommodating maw and feel its heated embrace.

Luxurious suckles drew pleasured moans from Chris's open mouth, but claiming hands pinned his hips, holding him in place for each meandering bob. There was no rush in Gregory's oral attentions, only sensual, slow licks that drove Chris wild with desire and rhythmic suction that drew him further into that talented mouth. Drooling affection rolled down Chris's balls with each hilt, and that talented tongue slipped out to roll over them, spreading the slickness.

Time slowed and stopped between his lips, and before long, Chris lost himself to pure sensation, closing his eyes and laying back, the rest of his body save his steely, throbbing member, going limp. Rather than a fleeting, quick sensation, the gargoyle's lips teased him ever closer to an abyss of pure pleasure. He nearly screamed as he plummeted over the edge into an incredibly intense orgasm, his tip fountaining with gooey satisfaction and his hands pressing down to trap the gargoyle in place with his full length buried deep in that deliciously slick maw.

Soft gulps teased at the apex of Chris's manhood, and the agonizingly soft embrace of those perfect lips slid along his shaft until Gregory was mouthing the tip. Milking the final weak spurts from his twitching member before it slipped out, slapping wetly against pink skin, he pressed one doting kiss to the underside. Opening his mouth to show the human the last few ropes of creamy seed shimmering on his tongue, he gulped down the last of Chris's orgasm, licking his lips and nuzzling his cheek against the glistening length.

Sweet moments passed in a gentle embrace, lips meeting each other and exploring panting, oversensitive bodies until Gregory's breathless voice chuckled softly. "You know, if I knew we'd spend the whole night like this, I wouldn't have bothered cooking. Though, I'm sure you taste much better than anything I could ever create."

Right! Chris completely forgot about the delicious-smelling dinner that the gargoyle made for them. He felt slightly bad for wasting it, but he didn't regret a single moment in those sculpted arms. Perhaps next time, he would have the self-control to wait until after a pleasant meal, but right now, he could feel his cock rising again, craving the warm embrace of Gregory's rear.

Several passionate, desperately sensual sessions later, as the sky above them began to glow orange with the break of dawn, Gregory broke their final kiss, taking his place among similarly carved creatures with regretful eyes. Rigidity returned to his stone body as the first beams of sunlight illuminated his face, and soon all signs of life were gone, though Chris could see a slightly damp patch under his tail where saliva was drying on the cold stone.

As Chris hurriedly dressed himself to head home, he smiled to himself, his fingers tracing his lips where he could still feel Gregory's kiss. Wicked ideas raced through his head, and he knew what his next sculpture would be. The Museum's staff wouldn't notice if he brought the gargoyle home with him and left behind a perfect replica.