Hawke rolled them on to their sides with a laugh. He had no objections to being clung to. He much preferred when his lovers stayed and allowed him to lavish affection and praise on them, and get some in return. He had a big heart.
"Those years as a noble spoiled me when it came to bed, I'm afraid," he mused as he pushed some of Killian's hair back from his forehead. "I love a comfortable bed and good company in it." And it seemed like he had found both once again. Now, if only he could keep it from ending tragically. That would be something.