Giles just growled softly, not about to admit that he'd been worried about Ethan. Instead, he moved quickly, pushing him back on the bed and straddling his hips. "Y'still taste the same," he admitted, pulling Ethan's shirt off the rest of the way and then impatiently pulling his own off. The hand in Ethan's hair wasn't gentle this time as he jerked the other man's head back for another kiss, hungry and hard with tongues and teeth. His free hand dragged over Ethan's chest again, pinching each nipple before yanking at his trousers.