[Gladio keeps him in place for a brief moment while he tries to lock the door and Noctis lets out a frustrated sound. But it isn't too long before they're heading back toward his room in a tangle of limbs. He's practically tearing at Gladio's clothes, not even stopping to care where it ended up. Or if he heard the faint sound of a seam ripping. They'd deal with that later.

Gladio's head comes down toward his chest, and Noctis brings his fingers up to tangle in dark hair. It's still damp and clean and it's a bit ironic that they're probably going to need to shower after this. The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he's pushed down. He lets out a soft laugh as he pulls Gladio with him toward the headboard and on top of him. ]

Nightstand. [It's a simple word said between kisses, but Gladio should know what it means.]