The sound Yoongi makes at that is small, almost indignant, and he has half a mind to pull Jungkook out of line and to the nearest place they can find some privacy, even if it means heading all the way back to the hotel. He can't help it when just those words brings back flashes of memory, of the way Jungkook feels around and beneath him, the way he tries to watch every single thing Yoongi does even as his head tips back, throat soft and exposed. Fuck, how he wants.

"We'll have to agree to disagree," he says, sotto voce, as he turns to speak into Jungkook's ear in turn. "Because no one's as hot as you are when I fuck you." Desire stirs and sparks within him, and it's a dangerous game, perhaps, when there's really nowhere they can go to sate that growing want, but it's a game two can play and he doesn't like losing.

Although he's so distracted, he doesn't notice at first when the line keeps moving, and he has to take a quick step forward, slightly abashed by his distracting.