There was a whine half caught in his throat, a desperate sound that Billy had little control over, though was thankfully well beyond being embarrassed by in this moment. He murmured curses in a breathless way that sounded almost like his spells, pressure abruptly overflowing all at once with a stuttered gasp announcing it a fraction of a second before release overtook him.

It was perhaps a good thing Doom had done what he had, not only for it leading to this moment, but if he'd had access to his magic in this moment he very well might have floated away with the surge of bliss he felt..