My first thoughts were to use "Bashful" and I had decided Date needed to take part in the emotion this time since he didn't last time… but then I imagined Date being bashful and I couldn't stop laughing so I chose something else.
Then it turned out pretty short so I added in a piece to include the lonely bushes that wished to make the land bushed.

B : Bushed : exhausted; tired out (or overgrown with bushes : D)
B : Bliss : supreme happiness; utter joy or contentment


Both Date Masamune and Sanada Yukimura lay in Date's room, nestled in the bedding that lies on the floor. Their breathing was only slowly beginning to steady and was the only thing to be heard other than the soft moving of blankets and pillows here and there when the two attempted to prolong sleep. Sanada has his arms snaked around the body next to him and rested his forehead against its torso. As you would guess, clothing was nonexistent on their selves due to that night's excursions and could only be found thrown off somewhere on the bare floor. Their exposed skin was covered in sweat, saliva, and possibly a third fluid.

Yukimura's eyelids flickered. He shut them tight and then tried to blink away the drowsiness, but they continued to waver in a want to shade his eyes from the warm color of the candle that was lit nearby. His grip around the comfortable waist he held began to loosen and his chin moved in closer to his own chest. Date's fingers swept out, lightly holding the lowering jaw, and lifted Yukimura's head, pulling his lips against his. He was trying to keep his lover awake, but his own exhaustion left the meant to be vigorous kiss soft and calming, coercing the spearman to fall into his dreams. His own head fell gently against the pillows.

Fingers moved delicately into Yukimura's hair and swept across his scalp, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation that felt like drifting through a cloud. The digits played with the long and short strands of brown and massaged the head they were attached too. Yukimura smiled lovingly to himself and attempted to move in closer to the warmth he embraced as the overwhelming sleep drifted over him. The last thing he felt before falling into the tranquil darkness of slumber was the hand moving slowly and soothingly through his hair.

Date yawned, moving his free hand to cover his open mouth, and then slid it across his lover's shoulder to wrap his arm around him tightly. If it was possible, even the slightest millimeter, Date pulled him closer, entrapping Yukimura in his affectionate grasp. With both arms caressing his important possession, he nuzzled against the silky hair he had tenderly played with and let the sleep he had wished away take him over.

Outside the bedroom, the land in front of the walkway was absolutely covered in bushes. They're sneaky tendrils were crawling over the wood and scattering their dead leaves about the place. In the morning they would block the sun from entering the cracks within the doorway and disturbing the room's occupants. Within them was a silent watcher, a ninja with no other purpose but to watch over his friend… and because he's totally a MasaYuki fan.