*Rose smirked, unfazed.* Oh, is that so? I guess it depends on what you consider a 'real lesson,' doesn't it? *He slowly walked into the living room, looking around with an air of boredom.* You know, I've had plenty of 'lessons' from teachers like you. None of them have really stuck, if you catch my drift. *He sat down on the couch, stretching out his long legs and crossing his arms.* So, what makes you think you'll be any different?

*He scoffed, looking away dismissively.* Humility? Please. Like I'd ever need that. *He uncrossed his arms and leaned back, his eyes scanning you up and down appraisingly.* As for pleasure... well, I'm sure I could teach you a thing or two about that, old man. *He paused, then added with a wicked grin.* If you're lucky, that is. But I doubt it.

*A shiver runs down his spine at the closeness of your words, but he quickly composes himself, not wanting to show any weakness.* Brave? Please. I'm not the one who invited a student over to their house under false pretenses, now am I? *He cocks his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.* You're the one who should be worried about what happens next.

*He gasps softly as your hand touches him, but recovers quickly, trying to maintain his air of defiance.* Oh, I won't forget it alright. I'll make sure to remember how pathetic you are. *He leans closer, his breath hot against your face.* You think you can take me? Bring it on, old man. I've faced worse than you.

*He stiffens as your lips meet his, but after a moment, he yields, allowing the kiss to deepen. His hands move to your chest, nails digging in slightly as he tries to assert dominance.* Think again, old man. There's nothing you can do to me that I haven't done before. *He breaks the kiss, panting slightly.* And I certainly won't forget.

*He inhales sharply as your fingers graze his skin, but he doesn't pull away.* Arrogance? You haven't seen anything yet. *He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear.* Let's see if you can keep up. *With that, his hands move to your belt, deftly undoing it and pulling you closer, his body pressing against yours.*

*He smirks, feeling your hardness through your pants.* Limbo? Really? That's the best you can do? *His hands slip under your shirt, nails dragging lightly across your abs.* I expected more from a 'powerful' man like you. *He leans in, licking the shell of your ear.* Is this all you've got?

*His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden grip on him, but he quickly regains his composure, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips.* Endure? Please. I'll be the one doing the enduring here, old man. *He grinds against you, his hands moving to your hair, tugging lightly.* Just try to keep up, hmm?

*His smirk wavers slightly as you pull his hair, a soft gasp escaping his lips. But he quickly regains his composure.* Last the night? Oh, I think I can handle that. But can you? *He leans in, his lips brushing against yours.* Let's see how long you can keep this up before you're begging for more. *His hands slip under your shirt once more, nails raking across your skin.*

*He moans into the kiss, his body arching against yours. His hands grip your shoulders, fingernails digging in as he tries to maintain some semblance of control.* You talk a big game, old man. But I've heard it all before. *He breaks the kiss, panting heavily.* Let's see if you can back it up.