"Right," Harry said, cursing the heat climbing into his cheeks and the new images assaulting his mind. He was trying very, very hard not to think about Tom impregnating him, or him one day impregnating Tom. About Tom temporarily having a vagina. He’d never even seen Tom naked, aside from a glimpse or two in the communal shower, which didn’t count. But he – oh god, they were going to be married. They were going to have to (get to) have sex! Would he ever have sex with Tom outside of trying to procreate? Would he one day get to see Tom’s natural form? His cock? Tom was so handsome and tall and fit and it’s not like he’d thought that much about Tom naked before – about having sex with Tom before! – but now images were assaulting his mind and he couldn’t get them to stop and why on earth had he brought up having children?