Elsewhere in the suite, three heads come up and turn in the vague direction of the bedroom. One adjusts his glasses knowingly and sighs before returning his attention, as much as he could, to the paperwork in front of him. One blinks, then slowly blushes pink as he realizes what he heard. One also blinks, then rolls his eyes and drags down the second into a kiss.

Gladio, though, gets a first class view of that whole moment and damn. John is never allowed to mention being old for any reason because no 'old' man can move that well. Instead, he's lazily grinning, stroking his fingers over John's back and arse, enjoying that feeling that comes across the Bond, warm and content. "...you're good."

He noses gently against the Bond mark to ease any sting of his bite, then lets himself relax for a while. A while is all they get, though, because some time later (roughly 20 minutes), there's a knock at the door. There's a 'yo' through the door that Gladio immediately knows is Noct.

"Yeah?" Without getting up.

"Iggy's almost got dinner ready if you two are coming. ...And I mean to dinner."

Shit. Gladio couldn't help but laugh a little, snag a pillow, and wham it into the door. "We'll be there, yeah, yeah." John will hear the muttered 'brat'.