[ Ugh, no. Derek makes a low noise of dissent at the back of his throat. He's seen enough cat birth to last him a lifetime. Still - Tate offers to pay his share, and Derek's initial, reflexive instinct is to shoot him down, but as he wipes away the smell of black bean chicken coiling in his nose, he catches himself. ]
If that's what you want, sure, but - I don't mind taking care of you, you know. As an Alpha, not a Dom.
[ In the end, though, Tate has control. If he wants to buy things, Derek doesn't mind just... acting as the invisible middleman. He, uh. Doesn't comment on the weed thing. ]
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If that's what you want, sure, but - I don't mind taking care of you, you know. As an Alpha, not a Dom.
[ In the end, though, Tate has control. If he wants to buy things, Derek doesn't mind just... acting as the invisible middleman. He, uh. Doesn't comment on the weed thing. ]