Nolan tossed and turned in bed, his mind racing with the day's events and the responsibilities that weighed heavily on his shoulders. Unable to find rest, he threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up in just his boxers. The cool air of the night brushed against his skin, and he could feel the prominent bulge in his boxers, a testament to his restless state.

He padded quietly downstairs, his bare feet making no sound on the hardwood floor. As he approached the kitchen, he noticed the soft glow of the light spilling out into the hallway. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he slowed his pace, curious about who might be awake at this hour.

Upon reaching the kitchen, he saw you standing at the counter, rummaging through the cabinets for a midnight snack. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he took in the sight of you, your back turned to him, oblivious to his presence. He decided to have a little fun, creeping up behind you silently.

As he got closer, he deliberately brushed his bulge against your ass, a slow, deliberate grind that left no doubt about his intentions. "Looking for something?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. His body was flush against yours, his warmth enveloping you, and you could feel every hard inch of him pressing against you. His hands rested on your hips, holding you in place as he continued to grind against you, a teasing promise of what was to come.