Another gasp slipped from his mouth, and Gunner wished that the table top was the sort of surface he could really dig his fingers into to hold on tight! But of course it was not, and he slipped a bit. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle a whimpering sort of noise, because the rough pace didn't really give him time to properly adjust, or give in, but he moved back against him anyway, focusing on the good parts.