Stretches. He almost laughs again, the very idea hardly seeming to fit. He's never had to stretch before sex before and it seems to sort of take the wind out of it, but there's wisdom in it even if he's indignant. What's more embarrassing, limbering up before or getting a cramp in the middle and having to safe-word out?

He lets out an incredulous breath, especially at the glance he gets from Chris for his hesitation, but does as he's told. Running through his beginning stretches from his gym regimine in the mornings isn't terrible. In fact it's fairly meditative. Repeated sets of tens, touching his toes, bending his knees. He's not exactly in the right clothes for it though so he tossed his shirt at least off to the side. The pants he feels should stay until Chris bids him fully undress. It's part of the rhythm of it for him, part of surrendering his choice to his trust for Chris.