Bodies rubbed against one another one on the chic bedroom as Riot almost pinned Robin to the wall with his own despite the height difference, taking his lips viscerally kiss upon messy kiss and unknowingly going along the plan Robin had thought about for days: A nice night date with good dinner and a bigger than recommended dose of an aphrodisiac he had stumbled his eyes upon on a trip which seemed to be doing it's job too well, making his subordinate whimper beautifully with touches that had yet to reach his skin.
Giggles left his glossed lips unconsciously in the middle of the encounters, more than satisfied to have Riot pouncing on him like a hungry and confused dog that wasn't aware of why he was behaving that way in the first place.
"Rob-" His mouth huffed in a steady rhythm as his body continued glued to the taller one, the calloused hands doing their best to take his own pants off as fast as he could. "Shit, I need-"
"Ah ah, ask nicely and I may-"
A loud and protesting groan came out of the dog's throat as he almost failed to keep on his feet, an ear-to-ear smile grew on Robin's face with it.
"No, no no- please." Robin mentally noted how the pleads were more high pitched than usual, the hands that got down to grip his belt buckle trembling slightly, getting in the way of their own work. "Please, need you, please."
"Who do you need, hm?"
One of his hands went to Riot's face as he spoke, cupping one flushed cheek and delighting himself on seeing how he melted with every brush of skin. In reaction, the other almost rolled his eyes back with it, an itching stronger than everything being softly sated whenever Robin touched him.
"You, master." Riot held onto Robin's adorned wrist with one of his hands, turning his face to huff and moan onto the palm while saliva covered his lips. "Touch me- touch me? Please-"
"Oh, puppy… I would love to- Oh, wait." The taller one stopped speaking as his other hand slipped down his pocket, holding onto the cellphone there and looking at it while faking a reaction — another part of the plan. "Sorry, wait a second love."
"Huh? W-what?"
Riot woke up from his trance but looked lost as ever when Robin distanced himself, untangling from their grip and heading closer to the middle of the room — He seemed to be texting something to someone as he could hear the keyboard noises coming out of the device, but Riot was seeing double, too lost on whatever was messing with his body to fix his attention on one single thing for too long.
"Mast-"
"Yeah? No, wait-" Robin picks up a call and Riot approaches, receiving a hand that tells him to stop where he is. "Hello, yes. Yes, I can talk."
Heading onto the bed, Robin sits on one of the corners as he looks around the room, blue eyes scanning through everything that wasn't the human mess wearing only boxers with a damp spot on the middle of the legs and hungry eyes in front of him. Robin wasn't in fact talking to anyone, just replaying an old business audio he had received some days ago to pretend to be focused on the words when he had something so more interesting in front of him.
"R-Robin?" Riot spoke shyly and almost whispering, getting closer in smaller steps that seemed to be almost hurting him. Maybe the friction between his legs was being more punitive than Robin had anticipated. "Please-"
The answer was a shake of his masters head, which probably meant wanting him to stay quiet, and a finger pointing downwards to the floor at the side of where he was sitting; Desperate, Riot couldn't have another reaction besides going forward and sitting there with one of his boss' leg and feet between his thighs, cheek grazing against the fabric of Robin's pants.
"Quiet now." Robin said looking down at him, his free hand going down to pet at the short hair that had just started to form curls. "I need to settle this, okay?"
A small 'please' was heard before Riot breathed slowly trying to center themselves, hands holding onto Robin's calf and forehead resting on his knee before slowly giving in onto the humiliation method of grinding his still clothed cunt against the other's designer footwear; He tried to maintain his breathing consistent as his body chased the small pleasure of having something to rub onto, failing while he nipped at his own lips to hold back any potential noise, trying to not rip his piercings off with his teeth on the process.
At the same time, Robin kept talking nonsense into the dead cellphone while abusing the fact that Riot wasn't able to look him in the eyes in the moment to steal glances at their deplorable state, absorbing the details of how his back arched in his arrhythmic thrusts and how his scarred skin seemed to glow with sweat from the bedroom lights. He continued speaking business talk with his hand still entangled on the short hair during it all, scratching their scalp or closing his fingers against the little curls, giving caresses to create more reactions from his needy hound.
"You're dirtying my shoe…" Robin sighed, raising his feet slightly and feeling Riot's dick pulsate with the pressure, whining loudly as his whole body shivered with the sensation. "Bad dog, bad bad dog."
"'m sorry-" Riot replied seemingly at the verge of tears, hot huffs coming out of his mouth. "'m sorry Master, I'm sorry-"
A click of the tongue made Riot look up pleadingly at his master, whining again and hugging his leg tighter when Robin pressed harder against his erection and moved his feet slightly back and forth to help him chase his orgasm; He deserved some little treats for his recent behaviors and cumming at his feet like his beloved puppy could be the first one, Robin thought.
The man paid attention how the thrusts became scarce by the body tensing up when close to orgasm, compensating it with more and more pressure and movements until his body started trembling and letting out pretty half moans that slowly turned into groans of overstimulation and relief at the same time — Robin's phone wasn't at his ear anymore and he couldn't bother to pretend to be annoyed with such a cute view in front of him, holding onto the mutt's chin to look it properly and seeing red tinted skin, green glossy eyes and a drooling agape mouth. All of that just for him, so cute.
"Darling?" Small taps on his cheek made Riot blink a few times, breathing slowly despite seemingly moving his hips again. "Are you alright?"
"M-master…"
"Head feeling fuzzy, hm?"
He nodded slightly, still gripping onto the others leg while trying to center himself. Robin felt amused, the distraction passing and a sensation of tightness growing on his own pants.
"I'm free now, ready for more?"
"Yes."