Stan was currently laying on his bed with the biggest pain going trough his body, and he didn't know what to do about it.

He squeezed his legs together and tensed his body as another pain shot through his body. The blonde then felt some wet substance come out of his hole and down his thighs.

The pain grew in his body and the whines grew louder.

Eddie walked into the house and sniffed the air. He had to admit, the smell was enticing. The brunette was about to follow the smell when Mike and Richie came in after himself.

"Do you guys smell that?" Richie asked once he sniffed around for a little bit.

Mike smelt the air and nodded. "Yeah, I do."

They walked around the house and tried to find the smell. Richie in the kitchen, Mike in the living room, and Eddie going upstairs.

Soon though Eddie came running downstairs, a frantic look on his face.

"We need to leave right fucking now." Eddie said, grabbing Mike and Richie by the arm and walking to the door.

"What's wrong Eds?" Richie asked, pushing Eddie's hand off his arm.

Before Eddie answered he pulled out his phone and quickly texted Ben to come over.

"Stan is in heat and before you ask, yes he is an omega. I know that if you guys, Mike mostly, stayed in there Stan would be ruined for the rest of his life." Eddie explained.

"Wait but Mike is mated with me." Richie said, confused at Eddie's logic.

"Just because I'm mated doesn't mean the effects of an omega in heat will go away." Mike said just as Ben came down the street.

He got off the side walk and went to the front porch were everyone was outside.

"What did you need? You said it was an emergency." Ben looked between the three faces in front of himself.

"Stan's in heat. He's your mate and he needs you." Eddie then walked away with Richie and Mike in tow.

The beta shook his head and walked into the house. The sweet smell of his mate hitting him 10 fold, and man did Ben find it good.

He walked up the stairs and went to the room where the smell was the strongest.

He opened the door and looked in to see a whining and groaning blonde on his bed. The other was desperately grabbing at the sheets as heat and pain kept coming in waves over his body.

His underwear and pants were on the floor next to bed with slightly darker stains coating them. Ben took a second to absorb the scene before going forward to the, clearly, irritated male.

"Hey little finch." Ben said softly as he began stripping himself of his clothes. Stan let out a quick gasp and whine in response, trying his hardest to talk through them.

"It's okay finch, you don't have to talk. Lay on your back for me." Ben coaxed, putting his hands on Stan's hips to help him move to the new position.

Once he was moved into the slightly better position , Ben scooped up some of the slick that was around his rim and began licking it off his fingers. "Taste so good finch. Do you want me to fuck you or just fingering?"

Stan opened his mouth to let out a few pants before reaching up and pulling Ben down to his face. "I want you to fu-c-hgn~, please." Stan moaned out into the beta's ear.

Ben chuckled lightly at the, attempted, begging coming from his mate and gathered more slick.

"You look so good for me finch. Just a little longer and I'll be in you." Ben assured. He then pulled his cock out and rubbed the slick over it, using it as a lube.

A gasp came from the overly sensitive male as he felt the pressure of Ben's cock come over his hole. "Relax for me finch. You're gonna feel so good." Ben said, loving how Stan just whined and moaned as he pushed in.

"So good, finch. Keep breathing for me, doing so good." Ben praised as he waited for himself to bottom out. He kept his eyes focused on his lover's face, making sure he wasn't hurting the other.

Once he stopped he waited a moment to start thrusting, but kept going when he felt Stan's legs wrap around his hips. "please don't stop, please. I need you so bad." Stan pleaded to his lover.

Ben let out a groan and followed the blonde's orders. He pulled back and thrusted harshly into the other's tight hole. His hands framed Stan's face as he watched him moan and whine under himself.

Another small whine came from the blonde, "Ben, harder please."

Stan wasn't usually vocal during sex. He would give the occasional whine and moan, but almost never talked.

With a smirk Ben began thrusting harder as his mate had requested. "Good boy, finch. Taking my cock so well." He praised, loving how Stan huffed at it.

The smaller blonde pulled Ben closer by his hips and keened at the feeling of his prostate being hit perfectly.

"Be-n, cum--ming." Stan strained out before spilling on his own stomach and Ben's chest.

"So good finch. You did so good." With that Ben came as well, feeling Stan tense for a moment before relaxing.

When Ben caught hi breath he carefully pulled out and laid next to the tired male.

Stan had his eyes closed and mouth opened, panting out small breaths. "Sleep till it comes back, baby. I'll be here when it does." Ben assured.

The blonde cracked his eye opened and made slight grabby hands lover, making him cuddle to the shorter one.

"Sleep well Stan, sleep well."