In honor and celebration of Overwatch’s new holiday comic, “Reflections,” I designed a T-shirt! I wanted to make this both as a way to show pride for the LGBTQ+ spectrum and also show support and love for the fandom, specifically Tracer. <3
Yuuri’s back thumped against the wall as Victor smashed their lips together again, a startled breath leaving him in between wet kisses. Victor hummed in apology, but continued on, twining his fingers into the hairs at the back of Yuuri’s head and pulling at it gently to tilt his head to the side. His other hand found its way beneath his jersey and shirt, his nails scrapping across the soft skin of Yuuri’s tummy. Yuuri moaned in protest.
“Victor, we have to stop.”
Victor trailed light kisses down Yuuri’s jaw. “We have a bit more time, relax.”
“Victor-” Yuuri’s protests left him with a hard suck on his neck. Victor smirked and licked and suckled at the abused skin while pulling Yuuri’s shirt up until his fingers found-
“Oh my god.”
Yuuri pushed him away so fast Victor couldn’t even react properly. They both turned their heads to find Yuri entering the locker room, a grimace firmly on his face. “You two are beyond disgusting. Why here of all places? Do that at home!”
Victor sighed. There goes his ‘heavy make-out session in the locker room’ plan. Stupid Yurio.
Yuuri smiled at Yuri apologetically while frantically trying to righten his clothes. “I’m sorry, we got carried away.”
“I’m not sorry,” Victor mumbled, shifting slightly in an attempt to hide his boner.
“Victor, shut up.”
“Ew.” Yuri still had the disgusted look firmly in place. “Just, ew. It’s like catching your parents having sex or something.”
“Yurioooo, don’t be so grumpy, we were just kissing.”
Yuri’s eye twitched. “Stop calling me that! And I saw where your hands were, which I never wanted to see, ever, so don’t bullshit me.”
Victor was ready to say something, but halted when a hand grabbed him firmly by the elbow. Yuuri gave him a warning look before turning back to Yuri with a hesitant smile. “Is Yakov in yet?”
“Yeah, he sent me here to look for you guys, said something about joint training.”
Yuuri nodded and made his way to his bag, pulling on his skates once he was sitting. “We’ll be right out, you can go back to the rink.”
Yuri crossed his arms. “I’m staying here. I’m not letting you defile this place.”
“Too late for that,” Victor sang while skipping past him, mimicking Yuuri in getting ready.
Yuri’s whole body twitched. “You didn’t.”
Victor just winked in response while tying up his laces.
Yuuri smacked at Victor’s shoulder before he could say anything else. “Stop that. You’re so getting it when we get home today.”
Victor’s eyes practically sparkled. “Looking forward to it.”