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“No, that’s not how you do this,” Brad Crawford told him.

The Japanese that stood next to him raised an eyebrow in question.
“But that’s what you said.”

Crawford allowed himself a small smile as he positioned himself behind
Fujimiya Ran, his slightly larger hands covering the
redhead’s pale ones. “Remember to distribute your weight evenly on your two
feet.”

“I know, I know,” Ran snapped irritably as he shifted his feet
slightly wider, a stance he was already familiar with.

With Crawford’s guidance, Ran swung his club to the right, twisting
his hips and lifting until the steel body rested lightly on his side. As the
American let go of Ran’s hands and stepped back, Ran
let the club swing down and hit the white golf ball.

“Excellent,” Crawford’s deep silky voice penetrated the silence. “you’re getting better.” He pulled his cap lower as his eyes
followed the white ball that soared across the open filed. “Come on.” He pulled
the club from Ran’s hands and stuffed it back into
the bag that was on the buggy. Pulling Ran’s hand,
Crawford wasted no time as they both climbed into the buggy and drove toward
the direction where the redhead’s golf ball had flown.

However, they were not prepared for the scene before them.

“Ran, honey, you just scored your first hole-in-one.” The awe in
Crawford’s voice was overwhelming, even to Ran.

The swordsman peered down into the hole on the ground. True enough,
the golf ball was in it and there was no mistaking because that golf ball had a
red ‘Wilson’ spray-painted on it. And Ran knew
that Crawford wouldn’t have any golf balls, other than Wilson ones. As he
straightened himself, Ran noticed the smirk on Crawford’s face.

“What?” The scarlet-haired man asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

Crawford gifted Ran one of his rare laugh. “Remember when I told you
that I’d reward you if you can get a hole-in-one?” Without waiting for the
redhead’s answer, he went on. “I was thinking of a nice, romantic, and maybe
candlelight dinner on the balcony of our room but then I figured out what’s the
best reward for you.”

Ran studied the American’s handsome face for a clue on what the
dark-haired man was letting on but as usual, the bespectacled man’s face was a
mask of indifference, except for the smirk that was still on his lips and the
little glint in his eyes that even Ran could not place.

Crawford’s fingers closed around Ran’s wrist
and pulled him into the buggy once against. “Now, how about you be quiet and I go find us a secluded spot?” He revved up the
buggy and began the drive to the edge of the golf course that Ran knew would be
covered with bushes and trees.

“No. I must know what’s going on,” the redhead protested as he turned
lightly in his seat to look at the clairvoyant.

“What if I don’t want to tell you?”

Ran sunk back into his seat, crossed his arms and pouted cutely. Two
can play this game… but Crawford’s voice broke the silence again.

“I promise you’ll like it.”

The buggy soon came to a stop and Ran found that Crawford had parked
the golf buggy behind some bushes that were shielded by trees in front. The
cool evening sun threw orange rays on the white vehicle and made Crawford’s
cream-coloured polo looked as if it was orange in colour instead.

Ran watched, puzzled, as Crawford got out of the buggy and moved the
bag of clubs to the driver’s seat. Then, the idea dawned on him and the pieces
of puzzle fell into place. So, that’s
what Crawford was planning! The burgundy-haired man had thought it was
impossible for them since they’ve been at it since last night and the only
reason why they’re playing golf now was that Crawford had suggested that they
take a break and he’d be able to teach Ran how to golf.

The swordsman didn’t think that it was possible. Not. At. All. Besides, he was sore all
over from last night.

But Ran got out of the seat and sauntered to Crawford. The clairvoyant
took Ran’s face in his hands and gave him a thorough
kiss before he sat down on the space that the bag of clubs once occupied.

“I promise you’ll enjoy this,” Crawford whispered, pulling the redhead
close to him as he locked his hands behind his lover’s head. The height
difference forced the Japanese to bend and as he did so, the older man gave Ran
a chaste kiss; his nimble fingers already working on the two buttons on Ran’s white polo t-shirt.

“We’re out in the open,” Ran deadpanned, stating the obvious as he
straightened his slender frame but he too was undoing the buttons on Crawford’s
polo and pulling the shirt out of its position – out of habit.

“That’s the excitement in it.” Crawford nuzzled the warmth of Ran’s crotch as soon as he removed the Japanese’s belt;
inhaling the orange-y smell of the shower foam that Ran had used previously.
Crawford simply loved the mixed scent of orange and musk. And to his delight,
Ran went commando.

The scarlet-haired man gave a slight grunt as Crawford nuzzled him,
his hands that were working on the dark-haired man’s slacks’ buttons stilled.

In a flurry of movement, the swordsman’s black slacks were around his
knees while Ran was sitting in Crawford’s lap, back pressed to the man’s chest
while his ass was against the clairvoyant’s crotch. The American gave Ran’s cock a few slow strokes, enjoying himself immensely
as the pale man arched into his touch.

“Dry?” Crawford questioned, positioning his knees in between Ran’s and forcing them wide open, pushing the pale man’s
slacks down until they puddle around the man’s ankles. The younger man helped
by kicking one of his feet in order to get rid of the pants so that he could
spread his legs even wider. He succeeded in freeing his right leg from the
annoying slacks and now, the garment hung from his left ankle.

“Che…” Ran panted. “I know you have lube somewhere.” Another low moan escaped his lips as his
hand reached for Crawford’s, stilling it. “You always have. And it still hurts
from the bathroom round.”

Ah, Crawford knew. And it obviously still hurt like hell – he knew it
hurt since his cock was involved as well – because they’d used soap as lube
last night when they bathed together.

Ran could feel Crawford’s smile as the clairvoyant nuzzled his neck.
He felt movement behind him as his lover reached over and rummaged through the
golf bag.

In a matter of seconds, Crawford’s lube-slicked fingers were
scissoring Ran’s tight entrance as the redhead cupped
his balls lightly so as not to obstruct Crawford’s moving hand. He hissed as he
felt the familiar surge of dull pain in him as the American pushed in three
fingers up to his knuckles. The precog’s other hand
started to stroke his member harder, distracting him from the sting that he was
feeling. Ran placed his other hand on the dark-haired man’s knee and used it to
his advantage to lift himself up when he felt he was
ready.

With Ran’s body slightly away from his own,
Crawford slicked his member up and gave himself a few
strokes before aligning it against Ran’s pucker as he
used his other hand that was on the redhead’s hip to guide him back down.

He slowly pushed himself down on Crawford’s cock, the burgundy-haired
man hissed in pain as he felt the familiar sting of pain in his ass as he
stretched to accommodate the larger member.

“Hard and rough?” Crawford suddenly asked.

Ran stopped halfway, his own cock hard and throbbing with need while
only the tip of Crawford’s cock was buried in him. Yes, he wanted it rough and
hard, but damn it, it hurt so much! He nodded slowly, knowing what was coming.
He felt the clairvoyant’s arms winding around his abdomen and even before he
had time to raise his hand to his mouth so that he could muffle his scream, his
dark-haired man pulled him down sharply.

A short scream emitted from swordsman’s throat, his eyes filling up
with tears as he felt the agony searing through him, as if threatening to split
him in half. His head reeled and his breathing irregular as white hot blinding
pain coursed through his body. He shuddered as his body spasm fitfully, as if
trying to retaliate at the intrusion.

But Crawford wasted no time. He bit down on the small spot on Ran’s shoulder and pulled the redhead closer as he started
to move his hips in small circles before thrusting in slowly. The pain that he
felt, the agony as Ran tightened around him in almost an unbearable way was
delicious and it nearly made him come but he shoved down all thoughts of
coming. He kissed a tear that rolled down to Ran’s jawline tenderly before going back to the angry red mark on
the younger man’s shoulder and licked it, as if apologising for the pain that
he caused.

The clairvoyant’s thrusts were now slower and deeper, while Ran’s body was now more relaxed. He leaned against the hard
body behind him and started to lose himself at the building pleasure that he
felt beyond the ebbing ache. He could feel the excitement coursing through him
as Crawford thrust his hips up over and over, driving his cock deeper and
deeper into him. The bliss he felt was unbelievable; the fear of being found
out brought indescribable feelings for him. Ran was caught between the pleasure
and the horror of being caught in this situation.

A hand snake up under the white polo shirt that the
swordsman wore and tweaked an erect nipple. “Ran, my dear, why don’t you play
with yourself?”

Ran’s pale hand slid to his own
erection and stroke it slowly, trying to find a rhythm as he impaled himself on
Crawford’s cock; the American snapping his hips up to meet him. He gasped as
the older man gave his nipple another twist before trailing a finger down and
over his navel to his angry dusky cock. He poked his finger at the small slit,
grinning to himself when he felt Ran arched and moaned softly every time he
lightly fingered the sensitive tip.

Crawford closed his eyes and simply continued his almost frenzied
thrusts. Ran was amazing, simply amazing. Sex with Ran has always been
indescribable to the precog. He felt Ran arched
again; a short but strong spasm coursing through the burgundy-haired man in his
lap, the sudden movement squeezing Crawford’s cock almost painfully. He knew
his younger lover was close. He found Ran’s lips and
kissed him as he quickened his pace to a rhythm that he knew Ran would enjoy.

A soundless gasp escaped Ran’s throat when
he felt the older man’s hand enclosed the tip of his shaft and stroked with
firm, knowing fingers. He pulled away from Crawford’s kiss and drew in several
shaky breaths as he could feel his climax approaching. “Faster, Brad, faster,”
he whispered – and soon the pale man was chanting those three words in a soft
whisper, his words slurring together.

“Nnh!” Ran gasped, shuddering
and crying out as he came violently.

The American held the redheaded swordsman tightly against him as the
younger man shivered and trembled through his climax. But he didn’t care. The
man didn’t stop when he felt his lover climaxing. There was no way he would
stop now anyway – he was so hard it hurt. He continued to thrust into the
shuddering body, loving the feel of Ran’s walls
convulsing around his shaft; while his other hand went on to milk the other man
dry.

“Ohh…” the claret-haired man moaned as he
slumped back, almost boneless, against Crawford’s body. His head fell back on
the clairvoyant’s shoulder, his hands clasped on Crawford’s own. Ran was still
lifting and impaling himself lazily on Crawford, helping him, albeit his
movements were weaker and slower – the redhead’s body sated and rather tired
from his recent climax and their earlier bouts of sex before they came out for
golf.

A cry that was somewhat similar to Ran’s earlier outburst was heard shortly before Crawford
came, about a minute after the swordsman’s climax. The shorter man gave a brief
gasp at the sudden warmth that flooded his inside but he flopped back against
the familiar body behind him.

The clairvoyant inhaled slowly as he slowed down, his cock slowly
softening as he settled back down on the buggy’s small space. “See?” asked a
shaky-voiced Crawford. “Outdoor sex is quite enjoyable, isn’t it?”

“We should do this some more,” Ran agreed, tilting his head more to
the right, and accepted a deep, thorough kiss from Crawford before pulling
away. “We should go. Before someone sees us.”

“But you just said it’s fun.” Crawford looked
at his lover. “Shouldn’t we do it again?”

“Brad, I want to sleep,” Ran made a move to stand up on shaky legs.
“I’m tired, fucking tired, in fact.”

The American shrugged. Oh well, if they can’t have another round here,
they can always have another round of outdoor sex next time… maybe in Ran’s beloved garden. A small smirk graced his features as
Crawford began to plan for their next outdoor sex.

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