In the morning, Johnathan wakes at seven, a habit he’s cultivated in his three decades of life. Will is still soundly asleep, though he is more draped atop Johnathan than he was when they first went to bed. Johnathan finds that he enjoys the warm weight of Will, so he allows himself to lie there for another half hour. 

Will still hasn’t woken up by the time thirty minutes are up. And Johnathan is getting peckish, so he carefully rolls Will over and tucks the covers around Will before going to pack his things and get breakfast ready for them. 

He whips up some pancakes with honey, slices fresh fruit and sets the table nicely. Will sleepily emerges from the bedroom, drawn by the smell of food. Johnathan only notices his arrival when he hears feet shuffling over. 

“Good morning,” he says softly. 

Will rubs his eyes and yawns. “Morning, John.” He shuffles over some more until he is close enough to lean against Johnathan. Johnathan automatically hugs Will. “Smells good,” Will says, face pressed into Johnathan’s shoulder.

Johnathan feels his ears blush. Will’s could just be talking about the food, but Johnathan would like to think it’s about him. “Breakfast,” he tells Will, who obediently moves to the dining table.

They sit adjacent to each other and Johnathan doesn’t move away when Will hooks an ankle around his.

“John,” Will says with a gleam in his eyes. “Did you have a good rest?”

“Hm,” he nods. He is indeed very satisfied with last night’s sleep. It is one of the best nights he’s had.

“That’s good,” says Will. “Me too.” There are the beginnings of a pout on Will’s features though. “You know what we didn’t do?”

Johnathan properly considers Will’s question. He catches Will hiding a grin and realises that this is one of Will’s jokes. Except that this is an inside joke and Johnathan will understand it once Will delivers the punchline. He only has to respond as Will expects him to. “I don’t know,” he answers.

Will leans forward conspiratorially. “John, we didn’t get to celebrate our engagement.” He grins. “We should have a party! A private party, just two of us. I’ve already got the party games planned! Do you want to know what they are?”

He nods. Of course, he does. Johnathan always wants to know Will’s thoughts. As long as Will wants to share. 

Will beams like the sun. Johnathan’s heart jumps in his chest. It is a feeling he’s learned to enjoy. “We have two options,” Will announces. “One, we make use of the king-sized bed for its intended purpose, or two, we use the shower and have an easy cleanup!”

Johnathan isn’t quite certain what Will is talking about, but while he was packing, his brother had sent him a text that said “communication is very important for couples!” Johnathan was taking that advice to heart now. “What are we using the bed or the bathroom for?” he asks.

He is slightly taken aback when Will bursts out laughing. “My love! How can you be so innocent when you’ve already knocked me up?” he chortles. 

Johnathan doesn’t know whether to frown or blush. He likes the new term of endearment that Will has coined for him. But he doesn’t understand what their child has to do with this.

“No, don’t pout,” says Will as he cups Johnathan’s cheeks. “I’ll tell you what we are doing!” Will pulls back. He starts to unbutton his shirt. Johnathan’s eyes are stuck to the sliver of skin that Will exposes. “Hey, John, eyes up here.”

He reluctantly tears his eyes off Will’s chest to look at Will. 

Will winks at him. His ears burn. “Want to take the rest off for me?” Will asks.

“Yes.” Johnathan stands. He picks Will up and carries him to the bedroom. Will is wide-eyed with delighted surprise. 

“John, so strong!” he praises as he squeezes Johnathan’s bicep. Johnathan sets him on the rumpled bedding. 

Will leans back on his elbows and looks up at Johnathan with a smile. Johnathan has decided. “We will do both,” he informs Will. 

His mischievous fiancé cocks his head to the side. “Do both what?”

“Both activities you have planned for our engagement party.”

Johnathan gets him and Will undressed in record time. He hasn’t done anything other than that, but Will is already panting with shallow breaths, eyes glued to Johnathan’s chest and stomach. His abdominal muscles flutter in reflex and Will’s pupils visibly dilate. Johnathan feels very exposed—in a good way.

There is an unopened bottle of lubricant in the bedside cabinet, courtesy of the hotel. Johnathan uses that to prep Will. With one hand pressed gently over Will’s stomach to hold him down, Johnathan fingers him until Will comes with a stuttered shout. 

“Condom?” he checks. 

“That’s not how twins work, John,” Will tells him cheekily. 

As punishment, Johnathan kisses him harshly and with teeth, nipping at Will’s lips and biting at his jaw. Will doesn’t stop him. Only arches his torso to better press against Johnathan. His enthusiasm is incredibly arousing.

Johnathan grabs a pillow. Will automatically lifts his hips for Johnathan to position it underneath. The slight raise changes the angle of Will’s pelvis and allows Johnathan to see him better already.

His hole is red and puffy and glistening with lube.

Will eagerly spreads his legs. Johnathan holds himself steady as he pushes into Will’s willing body. Will’s lips are parted in short pants as he squirms under Johnathan. He is unable to move away, Johnathan’s hands on his hips prevent that.

Johnathan waits for Will to adjust once he’s all the way inside Will’s tight heat. 

Will makes a soft noise in his throat. “John,” he whines. “You have to move.”

He leans forward, arms braced on both sides of Will’s head. Will’s hands go to his flanks. Johnathan leans forwards more, so he can kiss Will and the push presses his pelvis flush against Will’s. They shudder. 

Johnathan wants to keep kissing Will. And it seems Will wants that too. His arms are wrapped tightly around Johnathan’s torso and his legs around Johnathan’s waist. He could pull away, but he doesn’t want to. 

So, he doesn’t. He lets Will hold onto him as he makes short thrusts with his hips. It only makes Will gasp in his ear and hug him tighter. Johnathan sucks a bruise into Will’s neck.

“John! Everyone will know I’m yours if you—if you mark me up!” Will stutters a cry. 

Johnathan only bites harder.

“Ah, John! You monster!” But Will won’t let him pull away, so Johnathan smugly continues his monstrous assault. “John,” Will keens loudly. “Please touch me, please. I’m close,” he sobs.

Anything Will wants, Johnathan will strive to give. It is simply his natural state of being. He did not know it before he met Will, but he knows it now. Johnathan reaches between them to grasp Will’s wet cock. 

Will gasps an ‘ah’ when Johnathan tugs at it. The hot, smooth skin of Will’s hardness burns in his hand like a brand. Johnathan can’t get enough. He wants to see every emotion that Will feels, hear every sound that Will makes, be every cause of Will’s pleasure in this moment.

Come splashes both their bellies when Will orgasms with a cry. His hips buck uncontrollably under Johnathan. The clenching of Will’s most intimate muscles is like a vise on his cock. It inspires Johnathan’s own orgasm.

Johnathan’s jaw is slack as he spills his seed inside Will. Will pulls him into a kiss, that he has a little difficulty reacting to, on account of his very lax muscles, but it feels good. Will always feels good.

They rest there for a while. Johnathan worries that his weight will crush Will uncomfortably and tries to roll off. But Will won’t let him. 

“Will,” he murmurs. “I am heavy.”

Will holds him tighter and locks his ankles around Johnathan’s waist. “No.”

Johnathan sighs and presses a fond kiss to Will’s cheek. He stays.

When their sticky fluids start to dry and flake, Johnathan tries to get them up. Will is being adorably uncooperative. 

“Sweetheart, shower.” He strokes Will’s hair. 

“John, you fucked me too well. I can’t walk anymore,” he pouts. 

Johnathan is struck with an irrational moment of pride. “Hm, I will carry you.” 

With Will still locked around him, Johnathan simply moves into a sitting position with Will in his lap. He grabs Will’s ass, who squeaks and blushes.

“John!” he says with round eyes. “You can’t just grab people like that!”

Johnathan smirks. “Sorry, I was making sure you wouldn’t fall. And I promise not to grab anyone. Only you.”

Will dramatically drapes himself over Johnathan, hiding his face. “How could you do this to me, John? Taking advantage of my innocence and knocking me up. Bullying your own fiancé!” He is very quickly distracted in the bathroom. Johnathan is soft, but still inside Will since he wouldn’t let Johnathan pull out. Then Will asks, “is it time for round two?” and he very quickly gets hard again. While inside Will. It is very gratifying to see Will moan in surprised pleasure. 

They go at it against the tiled walls of the bathroom. Will is a very demanding bottom who orders Johnathan to rail him up against the wall because he doesn’t want his feet to touch the ground. Johnathan is very happy to obey.

He decides he's allowed to be proud of this.