Thinks about Jon having a god awful day and seeking out Elias. Refuses to say what he wants because he can’t admit that, not now. Thinks about Elias rolling his eyes but slipping his collar on, watching the way tension ever so slightly drains out of him. Thinks about Jon resting his head in his lap as Elias does paperwork. Maybe jons brought his own work to do. Actually wait Jon collared and recording a statement fucks. Elias is looking respectfully. Jons getting bent over the second he’s done. Normal.
Maybe Elias needles him into asking for what he wants, and all he can manage is just a frustrated “dammit, dad, please-” , and he let’s it slide for now. Only because he’s his favorite, he tells him. Jon pretends he doesn’t feel so so warm, like he could bask in that word forever. Thinks about Jon collared but fully clothed. Thinks about Jon seeing himself in the mirror and looking almost enraptured. Thinks about collars and stress relief…ough