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Random (kinky) headcanons:

BDSM has come up as one of the if not The most popular kink in both the US and Canada.

My headcanon in general is that Matt is a service top while Al is a power bottom. Along this lines, I think Matt tends to dom while Alfred prefers to sub, ESPECIALLY if they are with each other.

Why?

I think Alfred desperately needs a place/time when he's not in control. He's so powerful and dominant in the world - I know some people like to interpret this as how he would be in bed too but I personally headcanon that in private he needs a reprieve. He needs to let someone else be responsible and take care of him. He also may like the feeling of belonging to someone but in a way that doesn't impinge on his ACTUAL freedom in any way.

However, (outside of AU at least) it would be very difficult for him to hand over the reigns to most partners in a BDSM situation, especially one where he was to genuinely trust the person and not just play act. Subbing is not the same as bottoming. He can bottom and be in full control, but subbing is about relinquishing that control for a time. Though he is a bit of a bratty sub!

For Matthew, he often isn't in control of much worldwide. He's his own nation now, but still a part of the Commonwealth and very tied to US policies. He doesn't have near the international presence and influence that the US wields. Matthew is very responsive, and in sex, that means he's very eager to please his partner and to give them what they need and if that's for him to take control, he's willing and capable. While he might not seek the initiative all on his own, I think he very much enjoys it and benefits from it as well. And Matthew is a very GOOD Dom. He can adjust hard or soft as needed and he excels at aftercare.

In terms of CanAme , I do see the two as most likely to indulge in BDSM with each other rather than any other pairing. Matthew I think less so, as he's more comfortable with power dynamics while, as I mentioned, I think Alfred has a very short list of those he would be willing to engage with. My personal headcanon is that it's a very, very short list (and in a CanAme verse may well be only Mattie). Alfred would also be more likely to keep this sort of a relationship very private. While again Matthew would be more liberal with this, if it's CanAme, he also keeps it very private - in part out of respect for Alfred and in part because he can get very possessive/protective of his Alfie.

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Laze

Alfred wakes to rain tapping the windows, grey morning light peering through the curtains, and an Englishman burrowing into his chest. Alfred chuckles through his yawn and slips his hand beneath Arthur’s sleep shirt—an impressively faded piece of rock merchandise from days of yore—to stroke up and down his back. Alfred’s hand must be cooler than the warmth it finds beneath that shirt; Arthur groans, lifts his head, and veritably head-butts Alfred’s sternum. His eyes remain firmly shut. Not even the pillows are fooled.

“I thought you didn’t like sleeping in,” Alfred says, bringing his free hand up to smooth hair from Arthur’s forehead.

Muffled by Alfred’s chest and his own barely opened lips: “It’s too cold to get up.”

“It’s September,” Alfred reminds him. “It’s not cold yet.”

“Mmmmm.” The guttural moan of a bear disturbed from hibernation.

“Well.” Alfred strokes Arthur’s cheek. His face always seems a little puffy after he sleeps, through Alfred has never mentioned it for fear of giving offense, probably because he plumps his pillow by slamming his head into it every night. “Are you sleepy?”

Arthur hisses in a breath, rolls over so he lies on top of Alfred, and sighs it back out. The eyes have yet to make an appearance. “Mmmmno.”

“Alright.” Alfred continues stroking his back, from his shoulders down to the waistband of his boxers and back again. Normally he wouldn’t need to ask, but there are always the occasions where Arthur is distracted or just plain oblivious. “Do you wanna do somethin’ else?”

Arthur’s mouth stretches wide open for a yawn and, when it closes, his eyes are left open at last. The bleary green things look up at Alfred with a stray tear caught in their lashes, drawn forth by the yawn. Arthur blinks it away, chin resting on Alfred’s breastbone as he lazily slides his knee between Alfred’s legs.

Alfred spreads for him, amused. “You still don’t look very awake.”

Because Arthur is yawning again, and this time he comes out of it with heavy eyelids. The chill air of the bedroom joins forces with the warm world beneath their quilts to work a very convincing magic on those susceptible. Always the ones you’d least expect, Alfred thinks fondly.

“Are you sure you wanna top?” Alfred asks when Arthur’s head flops to its side once more on his chest.

Another groan from the depths of his throat. Alfred can feel the potential for their intended activity—one of them generally wakes up with it and the other, generally, is not far behind—but the prospects look slimmer and slimmer with each increasingly deep breath from his partner. Still, Arthur’s hips shift valiantly against Alfred, just barely enough friction for sensation.

“Arthur.” Alfred wraps his arms around him, voice dipping to a whisper. “You can sleep. I can wait.”

Arthur stills, eyes closed. His words are already slurred with slumber. “Top yourself.”

A pause. They both shake with Alfred’s barely stifled laughter. “Did you just tell me to f—”

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

Alfred presses a smile-shaped kiss to Arthur’s hair. An extra hour never hurt anybody, right? He settles back into the pillows, listening to the rain and the soft sleep murmurings of his perfectly disciplined bedmate.