Rip his clothes off.

Billy's blue magic suddenly encases Strange and yanks all of the doctor's clothes off. Strange pulls off of Billy's cock, his jaw dropping.

Billy admires Strange's body. His pale skinned lean muscle, his rosy nipples. His cock is above average in thickness and incredibly long. Billy rubs his hands down Strange's torso, pinching and playing with Strange's nipples. The magic moves Strange to be hovering above Billy, Billy lowers him just enough so that their lips touch. Billy starts to make out with Strange, who doesn't kiss him back, but moans softly in pleasure. Billy wraps his arms around Strange, pushing his tongue into Strange's mouth, down his throat. Billy can feel Strange's goatee, and when Billy pulls away from the kiss he rubs his face on it, nibbling on Strange's chin. Billy leans back down, he looks at the man, the myth, the legend, then leans back up and licks across his face like an animal. Strange just has to hover there and take it. One of the most revered men in the world, getting his face licked by some punk.

The magic remains on Strange, ready to move him wherever Billy wants him. Billy ponders the possibility. Laying on top of Billy? Riding Billy? Sitting on Billy's face? The possibilities are endless.