"Oh, I'll wake you," Killian promised, a lecherous look in his eye and in his tone as he happily snuggled in closer, sapping up heat, like a moth to a flame - and subsequently clinging like a koala to a tree in the middle of a hurricane, but what he wouldn't say out loud (though it could probably be deduced with body language) was that he also loved snuggling. Of the nude variety, after messy, sweaty fucking. Mmmmm. "I'll wake you in creative ways."
He had to agree though, they really did get along well. Much in common, and also a common love of fun an adventure - in the bedroom and out, it seemed. Killian was oh so pleased. "Yes, I'm quite the treasure," he snorted a laugh. "But so are you." Purrrr, purrr - still such like a big cat, stroking wherever he could reach with calloused fingers. "We ought to stick together, then. You can stay at the house with me whenever you want as well."
Oh, he supposed he rather liked exhibitionism too. There was something fun about the thrill of potentially getting caught. He probably couldn't keep quiet but the challenge was also the fun of it.